still there.

Isn't it weird to realize that the places you miss & love are still existing even though they don't exist in your present anymore?

It sometimes just blows my mind (and hurts my heart) to picture the fact that while i sit here in a little coffee shop in Portland that the waves are still turning and the sun is still shining in the place I used to call home.

It's all still there.

The only difference is, I'm not.

(photo) my old home of mission beach, edited using Poladroid