Mmm
I absolutely love sitting in my room with the window open and having it be the perfect temperature for gym shorts and a shirt.
I'm a little sad every time I think of it, but I'll be leaving this wonderful place soon and maybe never returning in the same way, as a "Tucsonan."
Walking around here lately, I've felt both elation and melancholy... I'm so proud that I've been in a unique setting, and I've really made it my own kind of place. I was thinking about how I know so many parts of this place like the back of my hand, but at the same time there's always new surprises. At the same time I feel this pain, like lightning may not strike twice wherever I end up next. Like it's taken me a bit of time to create this little nook here, and how the hell am I going to do it again? I walk down streets here and just smile seeing all the surroundings, homes, people...
Yeah, maybe I should just stay. But even though it's so lovely here and I don't have many (any) complaints, I feel that I need to go. And I'm going to. It's just a little sad and scary.
I'm a little sad every time I think of it, but I'll be leaving this wonderful place soon and maybe never returning in the same way, as a "Tucsonan."
Walking around here lately, I've felt both elation and melancholy... I'm so proud that I've been in a unique setting, and I've really made it my own kind of place. I was thinking about how I know so many parts of this place like the back of my hand, but at the same time there's always new surprises. At the same time I feel this pain, like lightning may not strike twice wherever I end up next. Like it's taken me a bit of time to create this little nook here, and how the hell am I going to do it again? I walk down streets here and just smile seeing all the surroundings, homes, people...
Yeah, maybe I should just stay. But even though it's so lovely here and I don't have many (any) complaints, I feel that I need to go. And I'm going to. It's just a little sad and scary.