Attached.

I can't get over this feeling. It haunts me every other night. I got too attached, I took things for granted. I figured I had more time - time to do all the things I promised myself to do before bidding farewell. These fleeting images keep popping into mind whenever I close my eyes (to try) to sleep. I distract myself with all sorts of things in the day but when night falls, nostalgic thoughts run across my mind like they are on steroids.
It still feels very surreal that my path has changed once again; maybe this is what was in store for me this whole time, maybe this is the better choice (or not). Making decisions have never been my forte - logic over emotions, brain over heart. Emotional or impulse decisions aren't the way to go, they say. I sometimes wish I had the courage to do the opposite of what my nudging conscience tells me to.

Tonight is one of those nights - nights when I tremendously miss and long for a feeling. A feeling that only exists in that place. It was in that place that I discovered my new found love for soup - all kinds of soup. I loved that warm and fuzzy feeling it creates that felt like home. I didn't know what it was at that time, but I fell in love - with the place, the people, the city lights, the skies, the ferry rides and the evening strolls along the river. I felt free, blessed, occasionally small and stressed and yet I was granted this peace I have never felt so strongly before.
As much as I'd like to cling onto this feeling, I am well aware that I shouldn't borrow time from the future to pay for my past.

It's time to move on to the next chapter of life but I will always hold dear to heart the memories I created in that place - a place I call my temporary home, always and forever.