I used to draw pictures happy families with their neighbours on their cute little farms. I even drew a version of my older self playing soccer with my friends. These drawings either ended up in my trash can or on the wall in my room. I was simply fascinated with this glorious view and I hoped that when I grew up, I would find a way to touch the sky; just to feel it’s texture. I silently wondered if the sky was made up of silk or cotton maybe even wool.
Sitting up here all by myself with nothing else to do than stare at our beloved planet Earth. I was suddenly sad and I couldn’t understand why. This was what I’ve always wanted; to touch the moon and stars with my own hands and to stand before the magnificent aura of this universe. I thought this was my dream; my ultimate goal but somehow the joy I had hoped to find here wasn’t here at all.
The only thing here was a feeling of melancholy, emptiness and sadness. And I yearned for my little apartment back home. I missed my little dog Tracy. I missed watching soccer with my guy friends. I missed visiting my Grand Ma during the weekends and going shopping with my little cousins. I even missed eating Burger and chips.
I realized how much I had left back on Earth. Everything I had ever known and loved was back home. All the memories i had were created on planet Earth. The last thought I had when gazing at the Earth was that ” I simply don’t belong here”. I needed to go back home; to a land of love, peace, happiness and laughter.