I’ve always lived in a small town. Some people call it a village. Growing up I didn’t like it. It was too small. I felt like I didn’t fit in. I wanted to live in a bigger place, somewhere that had a bigger population. More shops. More coffee shops to drink at. More things to see.
When my family moved here when I was 13 years old, I didn’t like it. I wanted to move.
I made the most of it as I grew up.
When I moved to South Korea for a year. I wasn’t looking forward to returning to the small town that I had grown up in. Therefore I considered moving straight to London.
Long story short, I moved back home.
After been away for a while it allowed me to really appreciate the place that I grew up in. I found myself appreciating the smallness of the town. How it felt nice walking around the small streets that felt so familiar. The overwhelming memories I felt as I walked some of the route I used to take to high school. It was weird but nice at the same time.
I love how small the town is. The quaint shops that we have. The cosy little tea shops. I’m not sure that a city is the place for me. Maybe someday though.
I always wanted to live in New York.
It was my dream place to live.
Maybe someday. But for now, I’m very happy to stay here 🙂
Thank you for reading. ❤
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Gratitude Challenge – Something Someone Gave You
Gratitude Challenge – A Family member
Gratitude Challenge – Family
Gratitude Challenge – Significant Other