Goodbye, my first home. You will be missed...

...as I was walking off towards the airplane, in the windy rain of my home country, in the city I grew up in, my heart was breaking all over again. I was strong before leaving, saying goodbye, but now, as I was walking up the stairs of the plane, I was letting all of those hidden worries come out into the daylight. I was sad. I was truly sad and no matter how much I look forward to the future, I am bound to live in the past a bit. After all, this was my home, this is where my family is, where my blood runs.

I know, I will be ok. I will go to London and then back to Boston and I will be just fine. But there will be a certain sadness with me and a small part of my heart left behind with my sweet old grandparents, with my beautiful cousins, aunts, uncles, and dear friends. I was so lucky to see everyone. But I have chosen this road and I will travel it with my head held high and all those people dear to me, locked in a little space just for them in my heart.

Sadly, I also had to say goodbye to my little red guitar. The guitar which I called mine from the day I arrived to Phnom Penh, Cambodia for the first time and bought it at a little music store for $20. It's been to Vietnam with me, then to both Sabah Malaysia and Peninsular Malaysia, Singapore, Thailand and finally Lithuania. Of course, Lithuania being such a stickler (to use a nice word) demanded $90 as a payment for my guitar if I wanted to bring it on the airplane! So I did what I think any of you would've done in my place. I said, "No, thank you" to paying for the guitar and I sat down with my grandfather right there and let my guitar gently weep while we talked about life, love, and the future. While we said that everything will be alright and that we will meet again.

Who knows what awaits in the future, I only know that I will never know if I stop living. So I will continue reaching for the stars, I will continue demanding more out of life and I will try to continue seeing the world. That is what really makes me happy. Everything else will fall into place. I truly believe that.

My dearest friend Rasa & her boyfriend Modestas (to the right)
and my cousins Janina and Ugne & my aunt Janina. A lovely reunion (below)

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