I am staying with my father. I’ve been here the entire summer, and autumn is approaching here in the north. We both know that his cancer will eventually win, and he doesn’t have much time left. My old man has saved everything in his basement.
I came across my old diaries and all my sketches from when I was young. It felt like time stood still as I went through them all. I realized the most exciting times for me were between the ages of 16 and 20.
Why oh why did I move from home so early, at 16?! I was not mature or ready. I should have stayed in the North and continued with my degree in engineering. The fear and anguish I felt being all alone in a big city, I still remember it to this day.
I loved it when girls liked my looks and gave me attention, even more so because I had such crappy self-esteem. I still remember some of them when I reread my writings. I want to meet them again and tell them how it really was. They didn’t know why I vanished, and I wish I had told them!
I want to go back.
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