[August 8th 2019]
I’m writing this, sitting in my balcony with Chocolate next to me. Right now all that is going through my head, is how much I am going to miss this place when I leave. I only have two more weeks left before I have to go back to Canada. And if I am being honest I am not sure if I am ready to go back just yet. Though I never feel ready.
I’ve been here for about 2 months so far. And even though they are not kicking me out or they are tired of me, I still have to leave.
You might be thinking, two weeks is a lot of time.
Truthfully its not. It goes by so quickly. Seconds turn into minutes, which turn into hours, then days, then weeks.
I did not come here for the best reason, but it doesn’t mean I did not enjoy myself. It doesn’t mean I’m not going to miss this place when I leave. I was born and raised here, so its always going to be home, no matter what happens.
The many green trees, familiar faces, overheard conversations, dogs barking, children playing, babies crying and my favourite the horses passing. I know you can get this in Canada, or wherever you go, but its just not the same.
Its easy to complain when you don’t see things working out your way, but its when you don’t have them in your life, you realize how much you end up missing it.
My plan right now is to enjoy every little moment of the next two weeks. Because you don’t know what the future holds.