two years and X no. of months later, i am again the traveller. as usual, travelling light once again, sans baggage and burden, with only my badge of experience and faithful companions to show for this past incarnation's passing.

in retrospect, it's about time the universe forces me to move. my deadline is fast approaching and few months are left before my time is up. a promise is a promise. it just barely leaves me a few precious months to help put things in their proper order.

cutting ties, burning bridges, keeping what has intrinsic value and leaving the rest behind to rot in forgotten corners. happily, there is no turning back to pick through useless garbage and debris. what matters now is the promise must be kept and everything...everyone else, are truly insignificant next to it.

at last.

and i never felt any better.