thoughts

I wrote this on Octber 11th

I am walking through the streets of my city. But I don't feel like myself. I feel disembodied, somebody else, or something else has taken my place.

I'll move house in 4 days and this will never be my city again.

A flash of memories came rushing through my brain: the christmas decorations, the easter spent eating chocolate on the sofa, the sundays sitting at the kitchen table talking to my family, the halloween trick or treating, the long night walks when everybody's sleeping and the city is more beautiful.

The long fall evenings spent reading and talking to my middle school best friend at the phone, when instant messaging and smart phones weren't invented yet.

I guess more than my city I'll miss my past. But living in the past doesn't help.

Cherishing memories is important but making sure to keep living and making more memories is the ultimate goal I guess.