Despite the writing on the walls, my future seemed rather large.
There were no more wise words of encouragement or enthusiasm or even words of inquiry.
The best thing had ended in a little over a month and we all wanted it back as much as the next person.
Although I wanted my previous life to resume, I also felt a sense of contentment, that I had fulfilled what I was soppoused to do for the tight knitted group of people.

I knew that I couldn’t live in the past and drown myself in memories of my previous adventures with those people.
I knew that I had to move on and find something new.

There were tears of sadness and tears of rage. There were the cheerful ones who were optimistic that they could change the fact that our mission was ending.
Nevermind that the decision was out of our hands, we were still hopeful.

All we wanted was a place to call our own and to decorate it with our inspirations and thoughts.
It was home

As I look back on that tragic day when IT all ended, I smile with no regret