Tomorrow, I’ll leave my home of the last eight months.
I'm somber as I look upon the scenery, structures, and people I've grown to love, knowing it's for the last time.
But I'm also excited for the adventures to come.
Don't let fear of loss stop you from realizing a greater future.
will you go back eventually?
Given the rest of my life, I may stroll back into this corner of the world at some point, but it isn’t foreseen