back to the place i started to get to know. the place i left behind. but, not the memories. there are things, pulling me back, things i don’t really know what to do with. they hang in the air and weigh me down. a fog. thick. i can’t see through it.
there are some things in life i don’t quite understand. why we meet the people we do. what do we do with the relationship formed once they’re gone. my mum tells me people come into your life for a reason, to guide you down a particular path in your life. and sometimes that’s all they’re needed for. they serve their purpose and then it’s time to move on. no hate, no disappointment. everyone has their own life to live.
so in six sleeps when i return to that place i only just started to get to know, i’ll feel happy. no hate, no disappointment. a gratitude for the people i found. for the moments that changed me, times that moved me. i appreciate the person it allowed me to become. i don’t know how to thank that place. i only just started to get to know you. i don’t know how to thank those people. those who became my family.