Well here I am… I’ve packed my bags.
And I’m about to hit the road one more time. Like I’ve been willing to do for the past forty days or so.
Yet, there’s a nostalgia in leaving the place where I come from, and saying goodbye to some very kind souls, there’s a bitterness in having emptied a lot of the house I grew up in and thinking that each time I stare at the horizon from the wooden terrace I am closer to the last, there’s a worry about unfinished businesses… but there are also feelings of happiness, excitement, and above all, determination.
Here’s to the time ahead!