Leaving

I feel as if all the days are blurring together. Like I'm on death row and this is my last week of living. Every step I take, everything my blue eyes see, I try to soak in, commit to memory. Two more days, 48 more hours, until I get on a plane and never return. At least not like this, not for school, not with these people. I'm going home. What is a home exactly anyway? It's more than a building where you eat and sleep. It's inhabits more than just your family. I believe it's a place where you feel a sense of belonging. Where you can just be you comfortably without having to worry about anyone judging you. People who love you no matter what you say or do, people you can agree to disagree with. There is not many people like that here. And the ones that I do love, the ones who I'm leaving behind, or maybe they are letting me go, I can't take them with me. They have to live their life and I have to live mine. Death would be easy, but I'm not a quitter, I'm a fighter. You only have one life to live so live it to the ABSOULTE fullest and NEVER give up! Hopefully, I find that place where I belong and maybe somewhere along the journey to this place I'll find who I was meant to be. Until then I'll catch you on the flip side.