I love it here, I really love it. My iTunes play while I cook, do the dishes, fold my clean clothes after laundry, and I sing to it. The peace around here, the snow outside the window. I won't be able to do this routine ever again.
I feel sad now when I wash my dishes, every movement is filled with heaviness. It's not that I don't want to go home, I do, I can't wait to be home, but still. But still I can't bear to leave this behind, knowing I'll never come back to this again.
I am sad.
6 years ago
:(
ReplyDeletewell zhu, like the last part of your blog description says - AND NEVER, NEVER TO FORGET.
ReplyDeletetill now i remember the route i always take to school, and just the most random things possible, if that's any consolation! fond memories :)
by the way, hello fellow tumblr user :) :) i've just discovered it!