All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind is part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another...
Today, I died but tomorrow I will start living anew.
Coming home. My dad's smile. My mom's love and care. My dearest pup, Sparky. Cruising the city with my sis. Blasting music and dancing in the car. Crying for no reason. Lying in bed all day with someone special. Late night conversations. Sneaking out. Dad's tea (with jam and lemon). My sister's crazy shopping sprees. Having friends all over central Canada and other countries. Having someone to call. All nighters. Morning coffee and a.... Philosophizing. Complaining. Fru
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