It is a typical afternoon in Bogota, after pouring rain the sun is now shining and a light mist hangs over the city. High up in the Cerros in my sister's flat I can see the cars and the people going about their business, I can see the stadium and the hills at the other side of the city, beautifully coloured clouds wave me goodbye. I am sitting in the terrace smoking a cigarette, listening to Belle and Sebastian, waiting for my sister to pick me up and head to the airport. I will miss all this. I will miss cuddling up next to Luna and her wonderful advice. I will miss playing with the cat and the comfort of my family's home.
I'm going back to London with no certainties; I'm going back to my home. I'm going back to my city in spring, with my mind back in its rightful place and with my heart glued together with love. I am happy where I am, I am happy with who I am. I've healed and I've learned. One chapter in my life nicely closed and I am eagerly awaiting the next, good things are heading my way because I am who I was always supposed to be, a wonderful woman comfortable in her own skin, with a plan and with a path, at peace with the past and with the mistakes made because they have all led to this place, a healthy woman, with an amazing family and with loving friends. It took a lot for me to get here but I am finally here. I am alive and I am breathing, I am hopeful and ready, I am me.
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