Moving isn’t an easy task. It may seem effortless, to just pack your belongings and walk away, but it’s far from being that painless. To leave everything and most importantly everyone you’ve grown to cherish and admire behind and start with a blank, barren new life somewhere completely new and unknown is an incredible burden. I’m not a very bold person, it took me years to make those unbreakable friendships, even with the most unlikely of people. Abandoning them all was a laborious effort. For a few weeks before the shift, I would spend all the time I could with the people most precious to me. We’d cry together and then stifle out the sobs together. But the day just before, I couldn’t even cry. The tears seemed to run dry and the whole situation seemed like a hallucination. Like it wasn’t happening, like we’d go back to everyday life tomorrow and I wouldn’t have to cry for what once seemed ordinary. But it wasn’t, we were leaving and I’d probably never meet these influential people and places ever again.
They were all there that day, to see us off. To say goodbye one final time. All I could hear were the hidden whimpering of the adults and the bawling of the children.
The car ride in the ominous gloom of dawn was blanketed in a deafening silence. No one said anything. There was nothing much to say. The only sound was the sloshing of the tires in the rain water and the occasional shifting in the uncomfortable leather seats of the taxi.
Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ!! Pʟᴇᴀsᴇ ♡︎ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀʀᴇ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ!!
