354 days later

How strange to be actually melancholic about leaving a place that caused me so much stress and frustration over the past year; you hope you’d be speeding down the road, free in mind and body. Odd how earnest two people who have expressed so much anger and dismissal towards you can be when saying “goodbye” and “please visit.”

11 months, two weeks and a day or two.

Melancholy is my least favorite emotion. Too bad considering today. Mixing the bad with the good is not my idea of a good time.

It was fun at least. At times.