It didn't really hit me until my mum started crying and walking away.
I was going to be on my own for the first time.
Ever.
Miles and hours away from my family and friends back at home while I was at college.
I wasn't really so much sad and scared as I was intimidated. The world was turning into a much bigger place than I had ever thought it was. I was used to being in a small town in the middle of nowhere. In the city, there was life around me. There were collective thoughts, dreams and ideas. There were people and yes, there was traffic.
And then there was me and I was just one of the people adding to this collection of treasures and this overwhelming zest.
I think part of me died that day.
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