I know it’s only been a month since I left BR, but I miss it already. It was my home for the past three years. I thought and acted as if it was going to be my permanent home, until I find another one.
I miss it so much that I catch myself looking at pictures in a totally different way. Now I pay attention to the tiniest details, such as tables, and walls, and couches. And I feel I should be there, touching those things.
Sometimes I wonder if I made the right decision. It felt right at the time. It felt like the wisest decision I could take. I did have other options, but none were as “right” as the decision to leave my dream unfinished and come home to try once again.
But anyway, I just wanted to say I miss you all.