When the last old baggage went down, there was relief and strangely, sadness. 
The old baggage was so familiar and I didn't even realize that it's heavy baggage. 
I carried it wherever I go, believing that it serves me well someday somehow. 
Then finally I put it down. 
A realization hit that I never need it, and my longtime confusion disappears. 
The sadness comes from the familiarity of the baggage I suppose. 
Part of me has attached to that baggage and when I put it down, part of me goes with the baggage. 

So be it. 

Karin Sabrina