Last night, before I fell asleep, I had a memory from when I was younger. It was about a gift my best friend had given me: a collection of different types of teas and honey. I don't know why, but the memory of the flavor of those teas and the honey just came back to me. It made be aware of who I was, or really, who I am.
I have strayed so far from that person that I started out as. The one who enjoyed simple pleasures. The one who was just a bit different and reveled in this. The writer, the creative spirit.
Okay, yes, I still feel creative, but I doubt myself so much more now than I used to. And enjoying the simple things like tea and friendship? I have found friends who similarly enjoy these basic pleasures, but they seem few and far between.
Is it possible to go back to where I was, to who I was? It seems hard – so many years have passed. But I do think it is. I think I can start over, start from the beginning.
Who says you can't go home?
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