On Friday I happened to be around the area of my old house one fine afternoon, and since had the time, I cycled, tracing back the routes that I always took.
It seemed almost like I haven't moved at all - the feelings and same scenes flew past all so familiar.
The same experience occured when I went back to my sec sch (like after 1.5 years) for CO practice. Was rather surprised that my fingers were not as rusty and numb as I had pessimistically thought? Though the turn out was not great, but seeing same old happy faces and hearing nice music was good enough compensation to wake up at 9am in the morning.
It was good to relive some nice old memories... life is so fragile yet so beautiful, when we know how to appreciate it and live it.
I had a really enjoyable (long) weekend.
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