It just hit me that I spend more time agonizing about the things I hate about home. So it’s refreshing to turn the table and consider the opposite. Or is it the indifference?
I enjoy the silence I’ve come to know as normal. When you grow up in the city, peace and quiet are illusions. There is some semblance of tranquility that’s gained when there’s a blackout or people travel upcountry for the holidays. However, these moments are rare and far between.
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