I've always lived a somewhat nomadic life. Moved around cities and schools, made loads of friends, lost so many more. I am soon moving, beginning a new chapter in my life. The first time in nearly a decade, and I'd forgotten how it felt to leave. I'd forgotten how easy and how fragile such human dynamics can be. I've never had long lasting friendships. I'm uncertain I will have many from the stay I've had. The frustration that built up in me, from my insecurities, from my fear of losing the people I consider closest to me, I've finally been able to vent. Not as romantic, not a happy ending, not something to lift the spirits, this. But a reflection of the chaos I've only just begun to understand again.

I may not be lucky. Though I know I am blessed.