Departures

I always knew I had to go. I only came here temporarily after all. But the virus and everything made time appear shorter or condensed.

"The mountains are calling, so I must go."

What drives me away? Every time something drives me away. I just have to leave. But where do I go? I could have stayed here obviously. I could have denied my transfer and stayed. But do I want to stay? As I look around this place that I made from scratch to look like home, I feel weird and sad.

I don't really wanna go London. I haven't experienced you enough. I was locked in, terrified. Now I'm out, and I just started finding a tempo. I figured out where I wanna go, who I befriend, which hobbies to start. I did it, and as I felt comfortable at last, finally, now I have to go. Now the transfer is out. Obviously. What was I expecting really?

So I guess I'll do what I can do very well. I will pack my bags. There are only mine after all. As always. I will relocate. 

I've been an old soul, always. If the day comes when I need to leave this world, it will be the first time that I won't know where I'll go.  That scares me. If I leave unexpectedly, and if anyone asks how I spent my life just tell them this: She tried. She tried to experience everything. She really did.