five months

five months to the day since I said goodbye to Lewes and the home and family that was. not a day passed without me longing for that time again, in that place with those people. I count myself truly lucky, but struggle with the reality that that former life stays there, in those dorm rooms and cobblestone streets, walks to Tesco and pints ofOld Rosie, in that crappy kitchen and those hugs in the past. I miss and I miss and I miss.

‘to be alive is to be missing.’ << x