I have left home for seven years now, each time when departures drawn nearer I cannot help myself from overwhelming sorrow. The bitter of it is sometimes unbearable. You could not stop yourself from thinking about few of worst case scenarios that could took place in your absence. Through my years away from home, there were few incidents that totally broke me inside, but then I had to gather all strength I had left in me, put on my brave face and move ahead.
It is saddening, whether you are eight or eighty, it never feels great leaving your loved ones behind. Plus, knowing that if something ever happens, Nauzubillah minzalik, you could not immediately jump on the next plane available. With all hopes,dreams,worries molded into one and stuffed into you, slowly you become a wreck.
Then you will start arranging those tiny pieces you brought along with you to your new home. Laying it out pieces by pieces, letting it trailed along your newly-paved road. You will fall every once in a while, but then you carve another , one that will lead you to your destination.
So there you have it, me giving myself a pep talk. Girl, you gotta finish what you have started. By now, you maybe too young to realize everything, give yourself some time and space to grow. Don't be afraid of the unknown, it might turn out to be something so beautiful you do not want to leave it behind, okay?
Till then dearself, be bold!
