Pier to Plane

Barefoot- walking down the pier,
Listening to the waves crash on the jetties.
The salt water filled air fills my lungs.
This is where I am meant to be,
this is home.

Gracefully walking down the steps to the warm and welcoming sand;
only about four more months.
Home is where your heart is.

My home is far, and near-
but the miles won't keep me from where I belong.
It's just a matter of time.

Stepping onto the sand, stepping onto a plane.
I close my eyes and imagine it-
How my journey can't begin soon enough..

My life hasn't even truly started yet;
the worlds will not be able to even blink fast enough to see how gone I will be.
gone, Gone, gone.

How peaceful the unfamiliarity will be.