I guess I should feel excited, nervous, perhaps overwhelmed.
The truth is I hardly feel any strong emotions.
I packed five years of college in two bags. I tried not to bring much but I have to admit I probably packed a couple of shirts I have never used and will never use. I do not have a job, just a college degree which I am not even sure exactly what it stands for since I feel like I have so much more to learn.
I know I will get a job, I have been applying to hundreds of them, one should reply soon. I guess It will be easier once I am there.
Everyone asked me to wait a little longer but I know it is time to leave. Regardless of the situation I am in right now, I can’t be selfish with myself.
There is this girl inside of me, sitting in the back of my eyes. She has been waiting for too long. She has been waiting for her turn five years ago. She could not wait any longer.
She does not know about time or money. All she knows is that there is something greater waiting for her.
Like the artist that has been waiting all his life for the right materials, like the mother waiting to give birth, like a kid waiting for his parents to pick him up after school. This girl in me has been behind the stage for too long. It is her time to be heard, to be her.
And so I get into my flight with no big feelings, no big hopes, no attachments and no expectations. Just pure acceptance.
A deep calm understanding that I am doing exactly what I am meant to do. Not because it is written in the stars, neither out of rebellion or as a form of escapism. Simply because I decided to do so and I am making it happen as I move along.
A one way ticket makes me feel invincible.
“Caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al caminar”