I grew up at the foothills of mountains, but moved abroad into a flat city.
Every time I return, my heart aches as I gaze up at the vast towering landscape I grew accustomed to once upon a time, and yet each time I go back to the city, that longing in my heart is just sealed away again
I wish there was a word for forgotten beauty.
I grew up at the foothills of mountains, but moved abroad into a flat city.
Every time I return, my heart aches as I gaze up at the vast towering landscape I grew accustomed to once upon a time, and yet each time I go back to the city, that longing in my heart is just sealed away again
mid-life crisis is well documented