The weight of the two suitcases

If you were to ask me today to carry two fully packed suitcases to the airport, I would probably respond with disbelief at the idea. However, on the 4th of May 2022, the task felt surprisingly effortless. The significance of that moment transformed the physical weight into something I hardly noticed until now as I am writing this.

As I recall the night before my flight, scheduled for 2:30 AM, I can still feel my heart sinking, even from this distance. That evening, my maternal aunt came with my cousin to bid me farewell. The idea of farewell did not really bother me then as I felt it as a regular visit from them. The memory of the dinner that night is strangely hazy - so much so that I cannot remember what I ate or talked about.

Time seemed to slip away like water, as I was wandering through every corner of my room before trying to sleep at least a few hours, I sought to soak in each detail: the photograph of my favorite player taped to the wall since high school, the wind-chime my best friend brought back from her travels, the carefully pleated curtains, and that long mirror I hung on the wall only 2 months prior. Honestly, I thought my room was my greatest possession. I never knew I might have a home in a place I had not been there yet. I tried to close my eyes, the rush of memories in front of my eyes, kept me awake and my cheek wet.

My father’s call from downstairs reminded me that it was time to leave. Before walking out, I visited my tiny terrace one last time-a place that had witnessed countless nights spent in thought. As the final moments rushed by, I knew I was leaving everything behind.

It was surprising to see all of my extended family gathered outside by the car, even at such a late hour. Their presence brought a sense of comfort; I bid them all good-bye in a while and left. The yellow neon streetlights felt different marking the moment of transition. The excitement to be in a new country was eventually starting to overpower my emotion.

When I arrived at the airport, I discovered that my best friend was waiting for me. That was the moment when reality truly set in; I could not hold back my tears. We took a group photo together in front of the airport gate, capturing the bittersweet farewell. With countless “ifs and buts” swirling in my mind, I let go of everything acquainted. All I carried with me were two suitcases and a heart filled with uncertainty, stepping forward into the unknown.

As I write and reflect on that day, I am reminded of the unexpected comfort this city has brought me. When I first arrived, I hardly imagined a place so unfamiliar could welcome me so completely. Some of the most remarkable individuals quickly became dear friends. Over time, this city has become my sanctuary. Moreover, they made my special occasions even more special - the warmth and kindness I have received have made all the difference, giving me a sense of belonging and comfort that I never expected.

Thanks for walking down the memory lane with me. See you next Friday for another chronicle from my yellow couch.