It’s funny how time somehow feels running really slow and yet it feels like fast forward at the same time. Here I am, starting a completely new journey. I want to feel that I’m starting fresh; that this point, right now, is a new beginning. I’ll be soon moving out from my hiding small palace, I’ve been living for the past 6 years of my life. I’ve actually left once, but this time, it feels real. I know that it sounds kinda stupid to be sad about saying good-bye to a room. After all, it’s just a thing which can’t response to anything I feel. But, you know, it is so much more than that.
Having this place means everything that I am, I was, and I’ve ever been. It’s like I never said good-bye to whatever in my past. And I am somewhat forced to do so. So today, I’m letting this go, once and for the last time. Every nerve-wrecking event, every surprise, every loneliness and failure, every laugh of every decision, every high and cold moment, every time out, every song that ever loudly played, and each of somebody who has entered here.
I know from this point on, things would never be the same again. I would never be the same. But somehow, it feels right. Yes, it’s a lot scary. Then again, I am finally ready to move on.
Good-bye, confused little girl.
