Hello everybody and welcome to another Writing Wednesday. The idea of this is I am going to write about whatever subject has inspired me this week.
Everybody is welcome to join in, of course, and you can do that by either writing something in the comments or giving me a pingback to your work. (It goes without saying that you should feel free to share your work if you get the urge to do so!)
What am I going to use as my inspiration this week?
The word… Leaving.
Ready to go
This was it. I was ready to go and start my new life elsewhere. Funny, even though I have always enjoyed travelling to other countries I assume that going home was a bit that I always loved even more than leaving. But, here I was, bag packed, and everything in boxes. This was going to be the last time that I ever walked away from the place that I once called home. From now on, my home was going to be somewhere else and I had mixed feelings about that.
Naturally, excitement was definitely one of the feelings. There was also a twinge of sadness as I thought about everything I was going to leave behind. However, my motto in life was that I would have no regrets. That would apply to this as well. Always looking forwards; never back.
Of all the things that would drive me to leave, I never expected it to be that I stopped liking the place I was in. I could not put my finger on what it was, but my home no longer felt like a place I wanted to be.
One last time, I closed the door, only this time when I locked it I left the keys behind by posting them through the letterbox.
I got in the car and started to drive away. I briefly wondered what my husband would think when he returned home to read my note. I hope that he would understand that I simply had to move on. It was my time, and I was ready to go.