Leaving hurts. At some deep level I thought was beyond my emotional capabilities, I felt a knot in my stomach and a lump in my throat. It´s hard to say good bye to people even though you know you might see them again not too far into the future; especially, if those people are your close relatives. Yeah, and leaving friends behind is no picnic either. I have barely been away for two days and I miss them already. I miss those weekends at the rock that won´t happen; or those camping trips that I enjoy so much. But that´s the way life is I guess. We make choices and then we get to rip the benefits of those choices. There is no turning back now; I’m more than a thousand kilometers away from home… Then again, maybe I am home… who knows. I guess life will let me know. In the meantime though, I´ll be here, writing letters from beyond the bay.
