Though I leave home, our bond remains, travelling different pathways yet eternally connected.
Leaving home has been coming for so long, as the headlamps of some faraway train. As it pulls into the station there is a sense of shock, yet of course I knew it would come. Still, living in that moment I realise that it is a transition that will live with me all my days.
Leaving home is so very bitter sweet. It is part of growing, of moving onward into new challenges. It is important, I feel, to give thanks to what has been, for in doing so the future walks upon a clean pathway.
These brick walls have been my cocoon for the years I needed their sanctuary, and I thank them. My eyes wander their rugged clay surface, their rosy colour bright yet earthen. My hands feel the warmth of sun, imparted to them yet given back with a steady determination. Leaving home was never going to be easy, yet I take these emotions with me, these memories of comfort and joy.
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