The car moved steadily and slowly, letting me count the building that passed. And then it stopped. We, no 'I' had reached my destination.
It wasn't until I stepped down and my brother unloaded my suitcase from the car that I realized I was really leaving. Leaving this place that I call home. The place where I have been all my life.
Countless thoughts ran through my mind in that short instance—short flashes of my childhood, the beautiful sceneries of my village, my home, my friends, everything.
"hey! Nini" My mom called, snaping me out of my thoughts. My brother had already gotten all the suitcases in the meantime. The car drove away after while the atmosphere became awkward—even a little depressing.
No one knew what to say, including me but I could see the sadness in the their eyes. There was another emotion also present—"reluctant" which screamed at me through their eyes to not go, to not leave.
Meeting their gazes, unknowingly a drop of tear fell down my cheeks. That tear broke off the cold barrier between us and let us finally share what was really in our hearts. The words like—"It's okay." "It will be okay. It will be fine." "Take care." and everything in between.
Time passed while we talked, with our hearts this time. My parents told me things of my childhood—things I remember, things I don't. My brother complained about my personality during my childhood, calling me a total mean girl while I argued that it wasn't true.
It was the first time in a while we talked and joked like this without any argument. Time slipped by in the blink of an eye and the moment for me go came. We all had red eyes by then and a more resolved hearts.
We said our final goodbyes, gave the last hugs not knowing when the reunion will be. I don't know what was going on their minds when they saw my back as I left with suitcases containing my entire life.
As for me, there was only a sigle thought on my mind. I made a resolve—to definitely succeed. I can't fail, even slightly. I have to make them proud. I have to make sure they don't regret their choice to support me, support my dreams.
And just like that, I left my home, my birth place for a city utterly unknown, to make a new home to call my own.