Guess who’s back?

So I left, packed my journal and pen, closed my laptop, put them in the bag, ran out the door and shut it so hard that the vibration is still being felt a year after. The funny part of leaving was that I had not even started, I was still unpacking my backpack when fear suddenly gripped me and I ran.

The crazy part about leaving wasn’t even about leaving but the mere truth that I just left without saying a word. No e-goodbyes, No e-hugs, No Arnold-made-popular “I’ll be back”, no hopes for a return, just the back of the door I shut behind me.

Everyone kept gazing and staring, hoping and believing, that someday, that door would open again and I’ll walk in again with a bigger backpack containing a better journal, a golden pen and a nicer laptop with more confidence and having the head of fear on my palms like a roman soldier.