feelings of familiarity.

i got up the train, not knowing where i wanted to go... somehow, i finally alighted at that particular train station. i went back to the place where i grew up. the once-so-familiar faces. the once-so-familiar feeling. yet they felt distant amidst the feelings of familiarity. absence makes the heart grow fonder? for once, i beg to differ.

it felt like the place has forgotten about me. it felt like the place now belongs to someone else. it felt like i was trespassing their territory. maybe i was over-reacting.

i gave up the place, i left the place for one. and then another. yet the nouveau places turned their backs on me. maybe it was a sign, sign that i shld go back to the place where i belong - at that very train station.

and so again, i question. can i go back to that train station? wad abt my latest place that i love so much? will i be able to give it up? do i want to go back to the train station?

rather than questioning myself till i die of uncertainty...
at this point in my life, i love my latest place... i love it too much to let it go... i have to hold on to it... and i will...

as for that place where i grew up in... i will never forget... bt for those feelings of familiarity to sink into me, it'll take time... if going back to that place equates invasion of others' privacy, why shld i do that and ruin things for everyone?