To My Future

I am on my way. Almost. I still have a few things to pack, but perhaps I shouldn’t take much with me. Or nothing at all maybe. It’s just, I don’t know how to embark on this journey with no luggage. I won’t keep you waiting for much longer. I promise. I cannot come empty handed, that’s just bad manners. And so, let me at least bring a good attitude, and maybe some gratitude too. I’ll wrap them nicely in a rosy tissue paper. Like a gift. Except, it’s not a gift for you, my future. It’s for me. But I will share it with you.

I hope you have my room ready. Cosy and warm. With my dreams and desires proudly displayed on your walls. With empty shelves and wardrobes and drawers. For the new things we will experience together.