As a man I have cried but never have I cried so hard and for so long as on the morning of the 15th of August 2021. It was the day I left a place I called home for the past 34 years of my life. I went to bed late the night before even though I had an early flight out of Heathrow the next day. I remember not wanting to wake up to face the reality that today I shall be abandoning my family and my life here in pursuit of my own selfish dreams. I have many fond memories of London but the decision to leave was clear. I had already overstayed.
I had to do something I didn’t want to do knowing deep down inside it is the right thing. I knew that not doing it will make me feel any better either!
Sitting alone in the airport lounge, I slowly drank my tea. Earl grey, milkier than normal, no sugar. That’s how I like it, but it was no consolation as to how I was feeling. It was like someone had reached into my ribs and ripped my heart out. This pain I will endure for I know why I’m doing this..
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