Entry 005 - Liam’s Journal
Tomorrow I say the words and vanish from my neighborhood.
Suitcase packed, hearthcard burning a hole in my pocket, glucose meter tucked beside the rune chisel like it’s the most normal thing in the world.
Dad hugged me tonight and just said it again: “The choice is yours, son.”
Mum cried into the cannoli. Nonno slipped me an extra $50 “for coffee in Alberta” and whispered that saints travel with stubborn Italians.
Jordan’s already spam-texting memes about turning into eagles on day one.
I keep rereading the welcome letter like it’s going to change.
Four thousand kilometres and one portal away from everything I’ve ever known.
I’m terrified.
But I’ve never been more ready.
See you on the other side.
—Liam