It is not until you're done with mi pye that you truly see the edge of the road, and usually, it is too late.

It is not until the night you realize it is the last time you'll see them that you know they're family, that you belong with them.

And it is not until the first person says "fare well" that the departure suddenly becomes unbearable.

And then it's over.

So over you kind of wish you could go back and relive it to the fullest.

But you go on. And now carry a new bag full of memories, bottles and pictures, in search for your new home.

(artsy night @ hoghog )