How do you leave a place which makes you happy just to wake up to a sunny morning
a place which replaces your cynical, jaded eyes with a sense of childlike wonder
or a place that simply feels like home after spending even the briefest moments there?
The worst part about going back is not the passing sense of nostalgia towards a place where fun times were had
but the fear that the peace and contentment I've had throughout the past 85 days will never be found again, because in its place will be the all too familiar feeling of frantic searching for that place where I am truly happy.