In a weird way that I can't explain, that makes me feel like I'm loosing a big part of myself. Every day brings me further away from my life there.
Something that not a lot of people know, and that will sound like the silliest thing in the world, is that I had this pillow...A pillow that was my best cuddlebud. I'd had it forever and it had this special smell, that I became addicted to. Hugging that pillow and plying with the corners of it made me feel incredibly safe.
You can ask my roommates at the time. Every time I felt down or was stressed, I went into my room and I grabbed that pillow and sat with it in front of the tv. I didn't even think about it, I just knew that I needed it so I went and grabbed it.
When I left Santa Barbara on September 19th, I left that pillow. It was supposed to be my reason to return, because it was a huge part of my life, and like I said, I was addicted to it. I left a bunch of stuff, but my pillow was the only thing that I thought was painful to leave behind.
I didn't return.
I have no idea where that pillow is today, and when I think about it, it actually makes my stomach turn. I have to see the pillow as the one thing I had to leave behind to somehow move on with my life. It stayed with me through all the good and bad that was my time in Cali.
I hugged it super tight during the flight that left Stockholm January 4th 2012, and I left it in the closet on 124 Oceano Avenue on September 19th 2015.
It's been almost a year..but just like my pillow, I have to let go and not see my time in California as what defines me. It's an amazing experience and it will always be a huge part of my life, but at the same time, it's a chapter that's over. My story continues, and it does so in Stockholm, Sweden.