My eyes swell from just thinking of that place.
I've grown in love of that place.
Its people, the subway stations, the city lights, the food, music, and everything in between.
I didn't want to leave.
It was too soon.
I needed more time.
I thought, can I just not show up at my flight?
But I did.
I did, not because I wanted to but because I had to.
And now as I walk around, I'm reminded of the wonderful moments I had in that place.
And I keep thinking, is it possible to have a separation anxiety to a place?