Nostalgia
Sometimes I 'feel' her - that old me I long to claim for my own again. The girl who relished a night drive on Jalan Imbi, watching the street lights and skyscrapers. The girl who waited at train stations with a Haruki Murakami book open at her lap, glancing up from the book only to people watch before her ride comes. Somewhere seven to eight years ago - even before the pandemic - this girl disappeared. I used to look at the world with such wonder and curiosity. I'd like to think that I still do, when the right moment arises. I am currently reading 'Happy Firsts' and it reminded me of all of these times that I was actually present and retain these memories that caused me so much joy. I gained so much in the past two years but at the same time, I feel like I have lost a lot too. I closed a door on a part of me that was such a huge part of my identity. But, it sometimes is humbling to realize how much of 'me' lives behind that closed door, just waiting to co...
