Here I stand on this barren beach at the edge of the water. The sand, rocks, washed up shells and seaweed all familiar sights. The land is known, it is safe, but I am unhappy here. Looking out to the sea little can be seen. The overcast sky falls down as a mist, engulfing my surroundings and obscuring the horizon, now it is just a blur.
"My eyes were puffy. They stung from where the tears had dried, from where I had rubbed again and again, wiping them away. I was sad, happy, and most of all, confused. What happens next? Will things be the same? No. Things most definitely will not be the same. But maybe things will be better."