If I couldn't wake up to the Alps of Switzerland, I may as well find a cozy corner in one of the homely cafes in the pretty alleyways of Lavelle Road, with short stories of O Henry and the likes of others entertaining me while I enjoy a sumptuous breakfast at Glenn's. Oh wait, a very happy birthday to me indeed!
But why does my heart tug when I see these familiar lanes and small alleyways. Or are they really familiar or is it just the feels. Never have these roads and buildings drew this amount nostalgia while I am in the middle of them. Perhaps it's the fact that I have to leave this city that's evoking all emotions to the surface?
"Until you get comfortable with being alone, you'll never know if you are choosing someone out of love or loneliness" - Mandy Hale