I'm home.
Waking up to what I saw felt so good. It feels like I've been here all this while and the past 10 months were just a vivid imagination from my mind.
I just found out that my clothes were missing in my wardrobe. I don't know about you, but there are some clothes, no matter how old or worn out they look, I'll still keep them. The PE shirts of my 6-years in high school, t-shirts from volleyball or track competitions I've joined.. Yes, I'm talking about those shirts.
Those old-comfortable-worn-too-much clothes
meant a lot.
Now, knowing that they're not with me anymore, I feel like my past is slipping away, and no, I wouldn't want to lose it.
Keeping them was a way for me to remind myself what I've been through back in the years,
the hard work and sweat I've put into training and believing.
maybe losing them is a way for me to remind myself to move on instead.
I don't know where the shirts are right now.
But I hope it will do good to those who have them.
