Changing places, meeting with new people, leaving and repeating this all over again. 19 years, 3 countries, 5 different cities, 8 different schools, 3 different languages and there are the ones that I couldn’t manage to learn, countless people going through my life, sharing my path and leaving their footprints on my ground. Such a long sentence for a short life.
For the first time in my life I have been in the same place for such a long time. Smelling the same parfumes, walking the same streets and seeing the same old people. It will be hard, hard to stay when you crave to be away but the hardest part starts when other people leave while you stay.
Lately I have seen so many people packing up and strangely this time I was not one of them. It’s funny that I have never been at this side of the wall before and to be honest, I already didn’t like it at all, I don’t like the way they walk away as I stay.
I had so many goodbyes. So many goodbyes which were beginnings and so many ends which I never got to say goodbye at all. Too many friends who went away without knowing when or if they are coming back and so many strangers who will come back but you know you will never get to see them again.
I welcomed a lot of people to my home and to my heart. People from all around the world. My lovely sudden visitors… So many people who unpacked their luggage and who brought their love and affection.
I write these while I go to unpack my luggage at somewhere else in the world, while I take my love to other people. As I sit at my comfortable seat and the view from the window life seams so see through . I have learned a lot of things this year but unfortunately not to stay. /// I will always be leaving, to new places, to new people. ///