I've been having trouble sleeping.

I'm not sure whether it's the stress from studying...
Or from the relentless packing....
The exhaustion of moving...
Or the reality of leaving...
That leaves me staring at the ceiling, nightly.

I'm physically, mentally, emotionally...
Exhausted.

Everywhere, hurts.

And sleep, is now, a priced commodity.



This is where it begins.

The part where you wonder whether you've made the right decision to choose to leave.
The part where you realize that you're leaving your friends, and even more, your family.
The part where there's a deep sense of longing, for a little while longer, for a conversation with no end, for just a day more.
The part where you surrender to your bottled up emotions, and let the tears fall.



This, is what it means by leaving.

You pack all your memories into little boxes...

But there are those that you will still have to leave behind.