I don’t think I’m content living here anymore. For the longest time I never was, but eventually I came to become quite fond of this place, even though I don’t like the general populous. But ever since I’ve come back home from the mountains, I’ve had quite a longing for them. A homesick feeling, even though I’ve only been there a few times. Life feels different there, there’s a general peacefulness about it. All the beauty around you and all of the vast life, it just feels right. And of course the air was richer, more enjoyable to breathe you know. Usually after a long vacation I’m generally happy to be home, even though I thoroughly enjoyed my getaway. But this time, this time I just want to go back. There’s not very much here that compares, and I’m not sure it’s going to be enough now. There’s this longing feeling in my soul that’s crying to go back for the freedom it brings me. It’ll be a journey to achieve, but I’ll be back, and back to stay.
I took a vacation and in two days I’ll be camping out in the smokies 😌