So on and so forth.

Nostalgia...

I was looking through childhood pictures with my mum and now I'm having a nostalgia overload.
I miss being young and having not a care in the world. I miss having my squishy cheeks all flushed red. I miss my old house most of all.
About 7 years ago I moved house to live up north, and I'm glad I did as I've met people who will stay with me forever. But (rather than miss the people) I miss my house. It was big, cold, but comforting. I had all I could want for a house there, that was my home. I don't think I'll ever feel as home here as I did there, and I'm okay with that.
Idk I thought I'd just write about this cause it's something interesting to think about.
Nostalgia is nice but I hate it too. It's painful...you feel me guys?

Bye, kt xx