As the time draws near to when we have to say goodbye, a sense of disquiet fills me. I’ve dreamt for a long time about going away. Yet a part of me hopes to be able to linger for a little while more.
The last time I stayed away from home was when I was studying in New Zealand. That was more than 10 years ago. Soon, I will be wandering off again. To a different place.
It’s going to be a new start. Not a complete negation of the last nine years of my life, but something approaching that. I have been waiting at the crossroads for too long, only to realise no one's going to pick me up. So I took a left turn.
He told me, “Don’t look back.”