Goodbye to England.

So I am back home again. I have quite mixed feelings, I have to say. I adore being under my mother's wing again, and I cannot help but glancing at my violin and piano and looking forward to play them until my fingers bleed.

But I have found the place where I belong. I am sure, and when I left Hills Road 6th Form College I could constantly feel that I had left something behind. While I was searching an appropriate backpack for my excess of luggage, I was wondering what I could have left behind. I checked my phone, my passport, my pens, my notebook and my certificate. Everything was all right.

Only when I was looking through the window pane in the city1 bus heading Fulbourn did I realize that I was forsaking a link between myself and the surrounding that I never had before.
And it hurt so deeply that it didn't ache. Because I knew that I was to be there again.