and i’m free.

i knew the moment would come that i’d just wake up and figure i am standing on my own feet. probably i’ve been standing on those feeet for a long time now but it was just a couple of days ago that i realized that the room that was mine back home and the way i look at the beautiful yellow old house i grew up in, will only continue to live on in my memories as “mine”. i exspected it, the feeling of having lost something allthough i gained overall – and still it hit me with force. would you trade your memories for freedom?

i believe.