nostalgia like a mf'er
I've been thinking back to my middle east days a lot lately. Well actually, not lately, more like I always have. I seriously don't remember a time when I was unhappy there. Everyone I encountered was amazing (at the time) and every day was an adventure. I miss camping in the desert more than anything. There is something so peaceful about endless amounts of sand dunes and no other form of human life in sight except you and the people you came with. There's something about pissing and shitting in the sand that surprisingly felt normal. (haha)
I always catch myself reminiscing about times when I was truly happy. I can even imagine myself how I was and how I felt in that point in time, then I come back to reality and feel somewhat disappointed. I don't feel unhappy now, but maybe there is something I'm missing in my life and I have yet to find out what that might be.
I always catch myself reminiscing about times when I was truly happy. I can even imagine myself how I was and how I felt in that point in time, then I come back to reality and feel somewhat disappointed. I don't feel unhappy now, but maybe there is something I'm missing in my life and I have yet to find out what that might be.