The Day I Left My Home

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Rain fell from the sky humidifying the soil. The day did not seem like ones lived before, days that belong now to my past. People ran swiftly across the sidewalks trying to get to their offices, homes, or just a place to stand for a few minutes and not be drenched by the falling downpour. Hailstones hit the ground with severity; water flowed along the street, coming down the steep mountain, where a sequence of modern and recently constructed ten-story buildings stood silently. From my apartment the splendid and astonishing view of a city with more than one million people dominated the front section; at the back, the relaxing sight of nature and old trees created a welcoming and loosening up sensation. All these were located in one of the most popular and envied neighborhoods of the city, where security personnel, maids, and bodyguards were abundant.

I waited patiently one month for this day, a day in which I would have to leave most of my possessions, my old friends, my school, my city, and my country. I have been preparing myself for this task but each time I thought about it, it seemed impossible to start from zero in another place, with new people, and a new language. The rain continued for no more than fifteen minutes. My father entered my room and asked me if I was ready to go; I answered with a non-convincing, "yes," and then glanced around my room for the last time even though I knew would be extremely painful. I took my luggage with me, where I carried most of the goods impossible to replace or find again. I brought with me many CDs, my collection of bank notes, pictures, and other personal items that filled the two allowed suitcases. Fernando, the doorman, placed the suitcases inside ...

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...ed that once there I was at the point of no return.

The terminal completely dominated the view from my window. The engine's noise was minimal but the backing up movement could not be mistaken. While the airliner taxied I felt a void in my stomach; many sensations never experienced before manifested from my soul, the unpleasant sensation of loneliness combined with desolation and despair. Sadly the airliner turned ninety degrees at the end taxi lane toward the runway positioning the airliner prepared to take off. When the plane accelerated, the engine's thud increased and my heartbeat augmented at the same pace as the engines. The jet gathered speed and took off rapidly providing almost immediately a spectacular sight of my beloved home meanwhile my mother and I sobbed silently. We had left our hearts in the city of our ancestors.

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