Sometimes it doesn’t seem real that I should be leaving this place in a few, short months. The little coves I’ve come to discover and happen upon. The nooks in the forest I call home. The places that give me comfort where I can just sit, think, and reflect. Sometimes I don’t want to leave. I don’t want to go to a place I’m not familiar with. I don’t want to have to learn the in’s and out’s all over again. I don’t want to get lost and confused. I want my home, where I’ve always been.
Sometimes it doesn’t seem real.