blah.

How can you act as if the past two and a half years didn't happen?
They did.

Some parts sucked, but so much of it was great.

It's sad you don't think of me with fond memories as I do with you.
Instead you are trying to forget I ever existed.



Your loss.

This was never my home.

It's so weird how a few days can change everything.

As I take down the pictures on the wall,
and divide our things between what is mine and what is yours,
I'm overwhelmed by the feeling that I never belonged here.
Not in this place. Maybe not even with you.
It's hard to tell when your life is neatly packed into cardboard boxes.

I'm glad this is happening, despite how awkward things might be with us.
This was never my home. You were never my home.


This is just the beginning of my life.
A new chapter.
In a way I am grateful to you:
You have now freed me to do all the things I've always wanted to.
I can spend next summer in Europe.
I can teach in Thailand after I graduate.

So much world to see, so little time.
Wish me luck.