The first time was based on the unknown.
Lets try this way,
This might be the place,
Finding new beauty amongst function,
The unfamiliar steps I came to know so well.
The last time didn’t feel like the last time.
It was just one in many,
Home by now,
Yet still that little bit novel.
A love still inside me.
I have to learn to mentally move out,
Physically doing it was so much easier,
Yet not quite real.
I always feel most at home the day before I leave,
Looking into the unknown,
Clinging on to where I am and have been.
But moving on means leaving something behind,
The next chapter only starts when you let it,
Take another leap of faith.