You wake up at 4, probably didn't even sleep last night.

Too much anticipation. With red eyes and even worse face you set out.
Maybe you forgot your passport. Maybe the flight was cancelled.
A last minute call. Tears in your loved ones eyes.
This should get easier.
But it never does.

Living abroad means I leave home 12 times a year. The same ritual.
The same fear. The same feeling in your stomach.

But something always changes, whether a boot gets lost or your
cabin baggage breaks, uncertainty always makes presence.

But we still do it. It doesn't matter how you departure, only that you arrive.

This tiny game was originally made for the meditations project. It was only available on May 17th 2019.

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