Everything had been so easy until this point. I had made every preparation, saved money, thrown a party. I was leaving everyone behind to start a new life. Looking back on my time since the decision to leave, I remember a lot of sad faces and tears from my friends. They were sad but I was simply excited. A full and happy life was in front of me and I wasn’t looking back. Until I did, as my train’s door opened. I looked back and I saw my mom crying. “My son,” she said tears falling from behind her glasses. The bags in my hand seemed so light a minute ago. Now they were so heavy that I had to put them down and get one last hug in before I left. The weight of what I was doing finally fell on me, where had it been this whole year? It was as if my mind or heart was shielding me from it, not even allowing a sliver of pain to pierce through. Now here it was, and there was no time to change direction or say anything meaningful. I told my parents that I loved them and I got on the train. It was dark, I felt terrible. The train moved as I waved goodbye through the window. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.