I am leaving.
Going far away.
In two days time I will kiss the ground goodbye and set sail.
And I will not see my beloved home for half year.
Sure, it's not that long, you might say.
But as I pack my stuff, I feel that I have to leave so much behind. And not only in the literal material meaning.
I am expected to leave a child and come back a man.
To me, such a hasty change always seemed inferior.
One cannot build as fast as they can destroy.
If you burn the bridge behind you, it will take you a lot of time to build a new one on the other side. And during that time, you are stranded, stranded on an island.
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