I always used to wonder how it feels like to grow up in the same house you were born in, the house you spent your childhood in.
Would the feeling of nostalgia gets as strong as it does when you've been living in a different place?

Now when I sit at this place that I call home, overwhelmingly nostalgic about a house that's miles away and the people even farther, I wish I had something other than these bits and pieces of memories, to hold on to.

With each passing day, I realise I didn't grow up much. I'm the same little kid, now trying to make sense of "adulting" which no one ever prepared me for.
I feel this strong need to go back and get stuck in those old times.
Take me back to yesteryears and leave me there, for that's where I truly belong.
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@fernweh

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