he haunts me.

I remember the time when he played that song. So cliche to sing about leaving on jetplanes but it still pulled at heartstrings. 

I am still in the very house I grew up in. Somewhere I won't be able to spend as much time in anymore. Somewhere that might change the next time I'm back, who knows? 

My final destination would be another sort of home. Somewhere I found myself in. And maybe lose a bit of myself in the process. Somewhere I feel I have to go back to, because where I found myself, I found love and friendship and learning that growing up is a hard thing to do. And I have a lot more to learn. 

I'm a mess of mixed feelings. Not the typical sort, the kind always connected to leaving and farewells. The kind where the thing on my mind is the very thing I'm forbidden from. 

I think I need time. 

The journey begins.