I stare at the faces of those I see everyday. Friends, family, acquaintances. One way or another they’ve wiggled their way into my life. Yet now without a seconds notice I leave them all behind.

“Don’t say a thing,” my mother explains days before departure. Its tough really. Leaving everything you know. Everyone you know. Going to school each and everyday smiling and at the end spitting a casual “I’ll see you tomorrow!”. When really they’d never see me again. At least not for a long while.

Burning with future guilt from resentment waiting to come haunts me. As I pack my last box I look out the window. A sunny day. A sunny normal day. A sunny normal day and the last time I’ll look out this window. My mother calls me from downstairs. I grab my last box, take one last glance around my room and think, “I hope you all forgive me.”