Nastolgia.

The return of my old life.

Memories arise from my former home town. Reliving, yet updating. The life of which I thought I hadn't left, felt so unreal to come back. It was as if I had left the life long ago.

But a year passed... people move. The old group of friends splits. Friends meeting more friends of their own. Leaving their old aged group of peers; And into new ones.

At times, it is good to see old mates. But then, it might be better to move on in life.