You’re on your way to the airport as I type this.
I want you to know that I love airports. I really do. Airports remind me of adventures. They remind me that, somehow, people will meet again. But it’s a different case when you leave. I always dread the day you have to leave us again. It’s been almost seven years now and funny how every year seems to be harder than the last. Guess we’ll never get used to it.
I liked the way you hugged me a while ago. My face lit up when you told me that this will be the second to the last “going away”. I’ve been waiting for this day, I guess. I just want you to be home.
Please take care of yourself there.
I love you to the moon and back.