The one that left?

Hii.

Murphy's Law states that - anything that can go wrong, will go wrong and anything that can go right, will go right. Hence, anything that can happen, will happen. 
That is all I can say for the last two years. 

So here I am, posting this with the hope that it gets me out of my slump and I write more this coming year.  
My last post here was in December, 2023 and here is something I wrote on 31st December, 2024.

I think I’m a distant child.

The one that left. 

The one who misses where she came from but is happiest away from it. 

I’ve grown to love these new walls,

But I can’t help but trip with the weight of what was left behind.

I still call, laugh, talk, maybe for them, maybe for me. 

The place that raised me is now just an emotion, a place that no longer exists in the same time space continuum as I do now. 

Familiar yet foreign. 

Like everything else in my life now, a little here and a little there. 

Will it go away, this weight? 

The weight of what was, what could have been. 

The city that had me has now left me frayed at the edges. 

I keep moving forward, I always have and I always will. 

And maybe, just maybe, the city that has me now, will be kinder.

See you (soon) :)

- T Kinjala