I showed the guard my passport. He looked at me, surprised by my tearful eyes, and said something about me not being happy at a moment like this.

“Everything that is truly beautiful, ends in its own dawdling, inconsiderate way”

I’ll be leaving soon. I’ve started to face it upfront.

‘Don’t look back, don’t look back’, I kept telling myself while steadily walking towards the security check counters, leaving my parents and best friends behind. Take a deep breath.