Move on

I pack my few things, throw them on my shoulder, step outside the house and take a look around.
Everything is empty, the houses, the streets. I can only see animals and trash. 
What happened?
I don't know what happened. I just know I had to grab my things and leave. 
I look for the last time to what once was my home. 
Memories crossed my mind as if i was watching a movie. Except it wasn't a movie and I wasn't laying on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. 
A crooked smile appears on my face and some tears start to moist my eyes. I take a deep breath, let a sigh out and start walking. 
I can almost feel my muscles and bones growing. Like my spirit stretching inside of my body and making more room as it becomes more experienced and is ready to imbibe even more. 
I could be sad thinking this is the end, but I realize that it is just a new start. 
And even if it is sad to leave, it is extraordinary that there is a chance of a new journey.
I don't know what to expect, I don't know what is going to happen, I don't know if it is going to be good. I just go and move forward. Because forward is the only direction to achievement. 
Fresh air hits my lungs and I'm ready.