From my second home to my first home, or the other way around, I'm not that sure anymore.
But my thoughts are fullfilled with another home. Brighton.
Home of my dreams, best time ever and much more.
Strange how I can miss a place so hardly, I have only been there five months. But these months marked a huge spot on my heart.
I spent there so many incredible and memorable moments.
I could burst out in tears only by thinking of me sitting on the pebbels at the beach.
Or sitting on the front row upstairs of the doubledecker buses.
Simple but amazing moments which made out my time there.
Right now I'm in the train and listening to sentimental music.
Sentimental music has this great way of taking you back and forward at the same time, so you feel sad and hopeful at the same time.
God, how I miss these moments, where I just felt courageous to take the steps outside in the world! But fortunately I have my music and can close my eyes and suddenly a smile crosses my face and I feel back in this magic place.
Brighton, i heart you!
