TBH I miss the shitty washer and drier at my old complex, better than the laundromat. Miss the balcony overlooking basically nothing where we smoked cigs and talked about life past the busted ass screen door while music played. I miss my tiny tidy bedroom with the big ass bed where girls spent the night. I miss the liberating minimalism of the place, you could really breathe in it, no clutter at all. I miss my jacked up honda that got me everywhere till it exploded cause I'm an idiot. I miss that lifestyle, both disciplined and liberated at the same time.
Don't even rly wanna go back there but I had a pretty decent set up. Somehow lost it all at once, and I miss that freedom even if I couldn't appreciate it at the time. Things are more complicated now but I gotta once again rise from the ashes. 🐣