I watched as the countryside scenery faded behind me and melted into obscurity.

I was riding away from my home.

My one and only home, where I had found solace amongst the inspiring background and the accepting people.

It was hard to believe I was leaving that all behind.

I took out the crumpled piece of paper from my jean pocket and stared at the collage of friendly faces on it.

I had left a small piece of me behind.

A tiny, leatherbound book was sitting on my porch step, filled with all the work that I had created during my stay. A tray of sweets was seated beside it.

I left a note with my work, explaining the circumstances.

Hey guys, NM here.

I don’t know what to say, really…I hope you like what you see inside.

Don’t forget me, please. It’s a frighteningly easy thing to do. I sure won’t forget you.

I’ll build another house for us, I promise. We’ll get together again and have the most humongous reunion party. :D

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Oh, I baked cookies for you, too. Don’t let them get cold, ‘kay?