…only, it does not exactly feel like home, anymore.
I guess, I have moved on. The dislocated feeling that I had for like three years had gone away. (it’s good. Ü) I just discovered that our new place IS my home…not the one we left when I started high school.
I am currently loving the feeling of being okay. ÜÜ Being trapped in the past is, I guess, a not-so-good thing. The tears of missing everything about my old life gradually ceased…without me taking notice of it. Ü
