طريق اللي يروح وهيفضل دايماً عايز يرجع

A good friend of mine says that Oedipus, in his own production of it, would be wearing a shirt that says "I killed my father, I married my mother". In an equally fatal and cynical sense, this blog is a shirt that spells my fate on it!

I AM leaving. I've always obsessed about leaving, not wanting to leave. Being scared to leave and come back. Thinking that leaving will always be a dream that I'm never going to fulfill because I'm too scared, too safe, too in love with my home.

I'm leaving. For good. Leaving this place with everything I love about it, everything I hate about it as well.
Even now, that I'm still not gone, I'm already looking forward to coming back. Just knowing that I'm leaving for good makes me miss all those places, those smells. Downtown, and home, and my street, and my car (that my family will probably be selling - the car that I learned how to drive on, my only reference to driving). and it forces me to grow.