A Final Goodbye

The place that shaped who I am today.

The place that made me feel at home. 

The place that stood by me through every high and low — witnessing 

my successes and my breakdowns.


This is the place that defined me as a Trivian. 

Here, I was never an outsider, never a stranger. 

For the first time, I felt like I truly belonged.


I lived most of my life here.

Ten years is not at all small.

The people, the culture, the language—

Every part of it seeped into me and became a part of who I am.


Leaving this place feels like leaving a piece of myself behind. 

But sometimes, to grow, we must move forward—even if it hurts.


And so, with a heavy heart, I say goodbye. 

Not forever—because no matter where I go, 

this place will always live within me.


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