goodbye.

I am leaving this place.
Every day I look around and I try to let every part of being where I am sink into me.
The smell, the feeling of it, this was my first home.
I became everything I am in the unfilled spaces of this place.
I will miss the good things.
The smell of cereal down town, the friends I never see the memories of when I did see them.
It’s hard to part with all of the things I’ve become overly attached to, but I am letting nothing go, just making space between.
For the first time in my life, I am the one leaving.