what he said was almost eons ago and my memory has fazed since, but what i had remembered from a fraction of my scattered memory was that he said, “an exit is just a beginning to something else.“ not in his exact words the way i remembered it, nevertheless somewhat in the same feeling except this time i'd say it was much more intense. i've done the worst thing a nomad could do: fall in love with one place. i am indeed an emotional wreck when it comes to goodbyes, but life must move on and so must i. thanks for the memories, those i shall cherish in my heart.