Leaving
I was touring a college.
It seemed perfect, right up my alley on what I want to work on. It had everything I wanted.
Except one thing, being close to home.
If I were to accept being there, I would have to leave my friends, family, town and memories.
Being across the country would mean I would be all alone with no one to help me break the ice.
I think about this every time I go to a college out of state.
I was scared at first, but soon had to accept that I could no longer stay in the nest.
I had to explore for myself.
There would plenty of trial and error one discovering, but that is the fun in it.
Thinking back, to when I was young, and always stayed inside afraid, I would tell him to explore.
It does not matter if you get hurt or are scared, you can always come home.
I will leave soon enough, I just wish it will not be dificult for everyone to say goodbye.
I'll be back.
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