Music: Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
The problem is I've been leaving too many times. And coming back. And leaving again.
This time it feels like I'll be back soon. It still feels like I'll be gone for a holiday. For another one of my adventures and I'll be back to tell everyone about it.
And then I look at my packed bags. I look at the things I'm taking along with me. My dream catcher. A favorite pillow. Pictures of everyone. My closet is almost empty, leaving nothing but old clothes and ugly retail purchases. The amount of things are doubled. It's not a holiday anymore. Not a short adventure-- I'm building another home on an entirely different continent.
I'm leaving with the heaviest heart anyone could ever have.
