Things have changed 

Got to go out and see my city again. Went shopping with my pops and seen some of the new buildings and businesses around the area. Then I went with my ex husband (the first one) and got to see friends and family. 

  
The children have gotten older and the adults have gotten elderly. Strange. 

Time is definitely a theft in the night. The weirdest thing for me is the size of everything. It used to feel bigger. Now it feels smaller than it did the first time that I left. 

I’m trying to figure out if there’s more to become here. Or if I want to become more here. I’m alone in the sense of having no one to love. No man to love should be what I mean. No man to spoil with kisses. No man to share new experiences with. My ex husband (the second one) has made the journey back home too. We’re back staying in different places. It’s exciting to think that I’m living the single life. But that also comes with having learning curves and potentially having to become more extroverted. Meh.

  
The past tends to catch up with me and remind me of the tart person I used to be. Pulls me into wanting to go back. I now know to avoid people who rub me the wrong way. Plus my time should be spent enjoying friends. The kind of friends that you haven’t seen or talked to in years and you go right back together like you were never split apart. 

C. L Cunningham 

Reminiscing and finding my way around 🍁🍁

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