She Won´t Go

All her life, she has dreamed about setting off, breaking free, living on the edge.
In two days, she will start a life that will be a mix and match of all she has ever wished for. And she is scared shitless, absolutely terrified. She keeps looking for the exit, as she speeds toward that inevitable day, the baggage, the flights, the languague.

The NEW.

It is literaly just around the corner, but she is digging her heels in to the ground, not wanting to move, hating every goodbye, even the simplest. Tears keeps running down her cheecks, a mere song on the radio, a smell, a smile, reduces her to a puddle of salty water.

Saying goodbye is hard. Especially when everybody else moves faster, keeps moving, goes forward, and all she wants to do is close her eyes, wake up in her bed to sweet silence, drink a cup of coffee with her mum, and slowly watch her world wake.

Deep down, she can´t wait to be free. But the feeling is lost beneath a blanket of sadness, sadness because what is "normal" will no longer be. As sure as she needs air, next week she will feel italian, will have forgotten the sadness, the tears, and will be knee deep in a wonderful new life.

Heres to the future.