When flying on a plane, I always pick the window seat. Looking down at the place I am leaving has a strange effect on me. I am still carrying all the memories and lingering feelings for the place and people there, but nothing from that place can be physically with me anymore.
So instead, it feels like I am leaving behind a piece of myself behind every where I have been to, with people I have came to known intimately with... Here and there, with him and her.