The life I’ve been leading for 18 years is just in boxes. Boxes that never gonna be at the same place again. I’m not afraid of moving to a new city, getting to know new people, make new friends and start a new life. I wanna do that. I’m afraid of leaving this town, leaving people I’ve known in whole of my life. I’m afraid of finishing the life I’ve always had. I’ll never ever cross the road #8 each and every morning in my way to school or back to home. Will I ever cycle again? I’m thinking about moments I’m leaving behind. The everyday routine which sometimes seemed so boring.

I’ve always hated living here, but now at the moment of leaving everything seems to be so complicated… Smells, colors, faces, smiles… Just a moment, I’ll take another tissue…

It was just so trivial to have everything and everyone close to me. My school in the heart of the town… I only had to cross the street if I wanted to see my great grandma… I saw tears in her eyes when we last met and I said goodbye to her. I know she thought about the same things I did… Who’s gonna visit her in the future? She’ll be left totally alone with no one who listens to her stories…

My grandma… She’s also alone now. I saw her crying too many times recently. I’ve always been there when she needed someone to talk to and she’s also been there for me. I could always count on her and I was the one who had a shoulder to cry on when she was so disappointed and depressed. Then everything changed around her, she’s just became a widow. I had to see her at my grandpa’s funeral… I’ve never seen her so dejected before… I’m afraid of leaving her alone, but I’ve got to…

I’m going to have a new life and it’s so sad to know I will never have a chance to return where I came from… I’ve got to say goodbye to everything I’ve called home…

This whole article sucks. Sorry for that, I’m not able to express the way I feel in such a condition I’m in.