So now time has coem, the time has come that I'll leave and start a life all on my own. I'm really looking forward to it, I really am. But sometimes it happens that I look back on the days I spent here. I look around in this house and memories of happier times stare back at me from the walls, from the windows, from everything around me. I look back and them and it hurts to leave. I look at everything now, the way it is right now and it does no longer hurt...
Things have changed in a way that I would have never expected. Never. I never thought that I'd be this happy to leave. And on the other hand... I feel bad about that. I wonder if I shouldn't rather be sad about leaving... It's very confusing. Actually I think that it's the memories that hurt, and knowing that they're nothing more than memories, passed, disappeared to a place they'll never return from... It may sound a little melodramatic... But this is just the way it feels, I can't help it.
What do you guys think about it? Are you looking forward to leaving or would you rather like to stay a little longer? I'll be waiting for your comments. Yours faithfully,