The last time I was here, I packed all my stuff and went home. Now, I’m towing them back again.
It never really felt exciting like the first time. It wasn’t even dreadful. But being here means that I am not somewhere else. And that means I’ve said too many goodbyes to the people my heart longs for. Because being in a family makes our hearts warm and puts our minds at ease.
It’s pretty sad to be away from your family if you think hard about it.
Back in the metro also means I’ve traded my “provincial” life for the concrete jungle. This means I’ve left behind my 13 chickens, three ducks, Dolly, five cats, and one dog. I’ve grown fond of them all, even at times, I admit, I can’t do anything else but meet their needs. Even house chores squeeze themselves into my schedule.
But back here in the metro, I can start a new routine. I can become anything and anyone again. Perhaps, at a price, yes. However, a new life begins where sacrifices end (at least for me). And saying goodbye meant I could continue where I left off two years ago.
jessa 