Today between my study sessions i looked outside and started thinking back on how my home town have changed / stayed the same for as long as i can remember.
I remember that every winter when i was young i made a huge snowcave on our front yard. Making it solid and making tunnels were the best things when i was a kid. I dont know what removed the happy snow building days for me cause one year i just didnt have the same attraction to the big snowpiles as i had before.
I look out through a window and i see the whole town at night glowing in an orange light, i dont know why but that scenery fills me with a warm pleasant feeling. But not the feeling like “this is home” but more like “this is nice”.
I never had the thought like “I should leave this place” cause the towns i been to never seen right, like i never feel like i would fit in that town or that place.
Thinking back at my childhood and even my current life it aint so bad, i am fairly content with where i am, and where i am going as of now. But who knows what the future holds! That i will wait and see, tomorrow is another day.