College lawn isn’t really a place to miss origins. Or is it? I don’t know. But, there’s something so satisfying about Nostalgia. How blessed are we to have something that makes saying goodbye soooo hard.
I had to leave home at 18 to get to college for higher education and I’ve established that, This. Was. It. Once you step out of your house, there’s no going back. It’s done. We all have to go out someday, and that’s what makes it even more sad. It’s an inevitable doom. It’s wonderful to me, how leaving home is sooo sad for all, and yet we all do it.
Bickering grandparents. Dad’s constant call to mom. This beautiful, wonderful, fascinating, most true form of Love, right in my backyard, warming my eyes. It’s magical. Whenever I go back home, I feel rejuvenated. For obvious reasons.
There’s nothing more wholesome than seeing my dad standing on the station waiting for me to come back. Running with the train while it slows down on the platform so that he doesn’t miss getting my suitcase off himself. That shine, That glimmer his eyes show, has never changed. No matter how many times I return back, his love will stay the same.
That’s true love. That’s as real as it’s gonna get. So, cherish it. Live. Because once you’re out, you just don’t come back. You may come back for holidays or visits; But, there’s always ever going to be that suitcase waiting in the corner of the room, ready to be packed Anyday.
You’re never gonna get to stay.
Desproticar 
💜
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