Trip nostalgia

I had spent the whole day packing, something I hadn’t done for such a long trip in over six months. Finally, the day I’d been waiting for had come. As I sorted through my things, my friend arrived later in the morning. She brought pap along with her, and we quickly enjoyed it with fried potatoes and some rice we had lying around.

We spent the next hour catching up, talking about everything and nothing. Laughter filled the room until she eventually got tired and decided to head out. After she left, I stretched out on my bed, thinking about the trip. Before I knew it, my eyes grew heavy, and I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up, the sunlight had already begun to fade, it was evening. I felt drained and knew I needed a little pick-me-up. I headed to the mall, hoping to grab something that would give me a burst of energy. I ended up buying a bottle of chocolate drink. It wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but it did the trick and lifted my spirits.

With my energy back, I decided to take a slow stroll, enjoying the cool evening air. Nature felt like an old friend, comforting and familiar.
As night crept in, I made my way home, feeling both excited and nostalgic. It was time to say goodbye, for now. I promised myself that nature and I would meet again next year.