Last day

On my last day I was staring at my packed suitcases and my body felt extremely heavy, like I couldn’t move at all. It felt bittersweet when I realized that the reason why I came here never happened.

It was like meeting a version of myself a year ago who made a big decision and explaining to her why I couldn’t do it. Sometimes she is willing to listen and sometimes not. It seems that I will have to accept that there are some things she will never understand. She is younger than me and I am a different person now and I am changing so fast since my brother died that I can’t even keep up with myself.

Sometimes breaking your own rules is the only act of genius.