Cardiff is so different when your closest move away. I find that I'm less inclined to go out there and be the socialite I have always been known as. The people I saw practically everyday have all scattered far and wide. Some I rarely see, some I probably never will. Then again, that is life I suppose... Things change and people move on.
One thing that's ever constant in this place is the weather. It's been a horribly gray and dreary day. Makes one depressed no matter what side of the bed you wake up on, so to speak.
As usual, I find myself clinging to the past where everything was safe and familiar. One would have thought I'd grown up enough to let go of such childish notions. Nothing will ever change back once things have moved on. I wonder how long it'll take for me to grasp that concept.
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