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20 November 2016

hello again old hometown

I thought everything would've changed, just like I thought I'd changed.

It had been a year and a half, and yet as soon as my feet hit the pavement they knew where to go.

I expected lines of new buildings, for the roads to have morphed. But places have a funny way of going on without you, of not orbiting around you, of thriving in spite of you.

You still feel like home, like I know every nook and cranny so implicitly that I could never get lost.

But you're doing so well without me, and I take comfort in that.

On the sunniest day of the weekend, we drove to the beach - to a secluded part, away from the tourists and the buzz. We sat for a while, and as the water lapped at the shore I felt the warmth of security on my face.

Soon enough, though, it was time to leave.

Just like a sweeping then withdrawing wave, such as I had bursted in, my departure came around far too soon.  

It was time to say goodbye to my old hometown once again.

Just so you know, I take little pieces and pools of you wherever I go.


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