I got a postcard from Pondichery, India today. It was from Mary & Kevin — two of my closest friends from my time in South Korea — and getting it has thrown me for a strange and inexpressable emotional loss that I am unable to easily articulate.
I miss my friends, I miss living in a place that was difficult to the point of distraction, I miss being happy at just having sucessfully ordered a meal, I miss not knowing where I’m going to be living next month, I miss moving.
I miss the past. So much living means so much more to be nostalgic about.
cheers