ALONE (Nymfia's dairy)

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I am back.

One thing I realized since coming here is how much I miss my apartment.

It's crazy how a person doesn't miss another person yet misses a place.

There is this popular saying.

Home can be a person.

I understand it I just don't relate to it.

Freedom is home.

That's how is see it.

I knew I missed the apartment as soon as someone I know told me how long it been since I left.

It's been that long?

I hadn't been keeping track of time.

Not that I always do but when something feels boring you usually start counting.

Hoping for time to hurry while you're slowing it down by paying attention to it.

I had fun.

All this time I've been longing for that.

I mean it makes sense why I don't miss anyone.

It's because my heart belongs to that place.

I always said I miss my room.

But when it's occupied with other people it doesn't feel mine anymore.

When its constantly being changed and decorated with things I never asked for it doesn't belong to me.

My room should scream my name when I enter.

And if it doesn't, I know it's not meant for me.

This place doesn't scream my name.

I know it's not where I belong.

An isolated place is where I belong.

That apartment may be loud, dirty, dark and small.

But it means something to me.

I feel free when I am there.

That's enough to make me stay.