A Good Bye

Dear Home,

Its what, just a year? And i am already leaving you. But you must understand that I didn’t have a choice. You must know that I loved you. The minute from when I saw your bare walls, your huge French windows and the best of all-  bay view. But all good things come to an end, and so should my stay with you. As I strip you off furniture and leave you bare I realize how little I appreciated being with you. How often I took for granted that setting sun that literally was a private show you arranged for every single day, just for me. I wonder if my morning cup of cha will feel the same, without you. And I must tell you that you inspired me to pen ‘By the Bay’, which has now come to a complete stand still. I don’t know if I’ll ever write with the same sensitivity and sentiment. You inspired me intensely, and just staring out into the blue expanse gave me such a sense of calm, being away from home. You were my first home, away from home. Thank you, for settling all those unsettling feelings about a new place and country.

I’ll come see you, and wave at you sometime, ok?

 

With love

Me