I'm convinced.

This is a journey of my own.

I do appreciate all the care, attention and love but I guess I won't be needing it all the time.

I feel suffocate.

I think the saddest part of this phenomenon would be : me, leaving my home.

I've been living like a nomad for the past 23 years. When I finally have my own home - I need to let go.

I treasure and dream : space of my own.

I don't want any obliged to anybody nor anyone (not yet).

I don't mean to hurt anyone but I just want to move on. I'm not going to sneak out the back door quietly, I'll walk right out the front door, holding my luggages.

I know I'll be wrap up with humiliation, resentment and frustration of my own and of my others but I hope (& pray) in the midst of the chaos, I can breath calmly, feeling relieved.

InsyaAllah.