I sat there, on my last night before leaving the country, thinking about how it had changed for me.
I used to sit in the same place as a child thinking about the life I had planned out in my mind.
Then I discovered there was a rest of the world and my country suddenly seemed very small indeed.
Following years of work and planning, I sat there contemplating my new and immediate future.
I wasn’t scared, I was excited, full of such gleaming excitement to leave for the wider world.
Now back, my wanderlust fulfilled, I wonder, “What next?”
I used to sit in the same place as a child thinking about the life I had planned out in my mind.
Then I discovered there was a rest of the world and my country suddenly seemed very small indeed.
Following years of work and planning, I sat there contemplating my new and immediate future.
I wasn’t scared, I was excited, full of such gleaming excitement to leave for the wider world.
Now back, my wanderlust fulfilled, I wonder, “What next?”
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt:
