I’m at the airport waiting for my flight. It’s delayed, so I’ll be here for three hours. Thank god for wi-fi.
The thought “What if this is a huge mistake?” has been in my head all day. But sitting here, at the airport, at the beginning of a very different kind of lonely three months, I know I’m making the right decision. Last time this happened, it was against my will and I was completely unprepared, but I still grew so much and learned a lot about myself and the things I want. This time I’m choosing to leave and take this time away from all the hype, and I expect to learn even more. I might even be a little proud of myself at the end of this.
I’m sorry for the goodbyes I missed. I know some people are upset with me. But please try to understand why I didn’t want the long drawn out goodbyes. You know I love you, and you don’t need me to give you a hug goodbye to know that. The fact that I can’t even bring myself to do so should prove to you just how much I actually love you.
I cannot wait to see my family.
Please pray for me that I don’t get sat next to someone who smells. Or snores.
Bisou,
Maryoceane
