I’ve left a lot of places in the last year.
I left home for my final year of college, and when we graduated, I left
the city I grew to love over four years.
I moved to a new city, desperate to figure out life and yearning to be on
my own.
Yesterday, I left the home I made there.
I left my neighbors and friends who became my family, I left my boyfriend,
and the comfort and convenience that I had grown accustomed to.
Each time I leave somewhere it feels like I’m leaving home, and yet,
wherever I go, I am comfortable. It’s nice
to leave your heart in different places, therefore you’ll always be home.
Next week, I’m going to leave the country. It’s not real yet, but I’m sure
when I get to the airport I’ll feel a little bit of panic and want to turn
around. It's not the adventure that
scares me, it is the ‘not having a home yet’ part of this.
The coming weeks will pose one of the biggest challenges for me, as I felt
the beginning of the summer did, (living alone after being surrounded by people
is a HUGE change.) I will not yet have a
home in Stockholm, but hopefully I will find a home and be okay with leaving a
piece of my heart there.
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