Packing up all your belongings. After 2 years plus.
Feels like you're packing up your life.
And leaving. For good.
Leaving behind an empty shell.
A memory of what you used to be



After a relatively straight road,
You now face the crossroads.
And no matter which path you choose,
You leave some behind.
And now it has sunk in.
It's finally time for goodbye.