Feelings are exhausting.

There's this push-pull going on inside of me. Approximately 10 million times everyday, I'll have these pre-nostalgia feelings, like I'm supposed to savour everything, burn it into my brain so I'll never forget. The rest of the time I feel like I'm supposed to be letting go, readying myself to move on.


I don't know where I'm off to next and that's scary. But I don't want to stand still either and that's comforting.