Departure, To the Roots, Flying Away
Driving to work this morning, thinking about my close departure from the South, ... After string of thoughts, I ended up realizing that I left my parents house 3 years ago, and so much happened. I grew up a lot, my spirit flown away from the normality mold illustrated by mum and dad.
It feels so good to become the person I really am, this person I once knew and who hid to not get hurt. I can say I am strong now, strong enough to be myself in front of anyone, in any environment.
I just met the leader of one of my favorite bands of all time, and if as a teenager I would have been so dazzled, I can say now, that it just felt good to share equal to equal, as human beings having a life passage on earth.Â
I think about that because I’m coming back soon to the town I used to grow. The town I run away from for 3 years, and if I was afraid to come back, it will certainly open my eyes even bigger on what I accomplished. Coming back to this town that didn’t moved, with people I used to see quite often...
