I used to live here back in 2017, but then moved away to a place near my college in 2018, for one year and a half only and came back to my home, where I grew up. So I've been a nomadic these past 5 years. 3 months of living here, a lot happened, but I have to say, everything seems to get better Far away from home and family, I feel less exhausted. Sometimes I do miss being crowded with their loud voices and nagging and jokes and laughter.. But I feel better this way. Though I know that I need to be away from a bunch of people, it's fine to meet them every once in a while. Moving away from a place where I fall in and out of love, it can get lonely at times, But I've never been so at peace for this long. It was a hard decision to live here and leave my things in my sweet lovely room, but, I know that I have to leave, I need to live alone. My soul needed it. This is what I've been waiting for. The end of August is four days away already, I swear the sky seems so much brigh...
that typical melancholic weirdo you often see spending her time alone at the corner of a cozy cafe, with a glass of ice latte and books or laptop on table.