Finally, I have no one to worry about except my own take-offs.

Finally, I don’t have to run around taking videos of everybody’s landings.

Finally, I don’t have to worry about what to feed you all, where to house you all, and how to fix personal burdens you all imposed upon me.

Finally, the sky is mine alone.

Until the next time, I get deceived again by your tears and stories. Fingers crossed, never again.