I have not written anything of substance down for so long. It's because there are too many thoughts in my head, too many questions, too many confusing and half-formed sentences that would never make sense if it were written down.
I am leaving this city and it hasn't exactly hit me yet. I've wanted to leave for so long, and now I have moments where I can't imagine leaving. Time is passing by too quickly. I have such a short time left with these people. How does one ever get used to saying goodbye?
Or maybe I'm just scared of the future. It's not so much that I want to stay as much as I am clinging to the past and the known. Venturing out into unknown territory.
But it doesn't really matter. It will hit me after I leave, and when it happens it will be too late but to get on with life.
