Smelling the emptiness
of the place that was
once filled with familiar
sounds and sights
to tickle my breaths,
one can’t help but
imagine where
everything used to be
placed with the utmost
care and think about
how quickly
it was all taken down.
Composed 06/07/14
Author’s Note: This is the last poem I have composed at my home for the last 2 years. It’s strange to be gone. The idea of moving has always been a stressful but fascinating one to me.
Two Second Street 
Adam, I thoroughly enjoyed following your blog. All the best! Where are you going to blog from now?
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I will head back to the states for a bit to finish my master’s degree, but after that, I’m hoping to be abroad again!
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