"Are you a mountains or a beach person?" "Mountains." I loved the mountains. I loved the green, long, winding roads with me and my friends in a car. I loved traveling to the apex and feeling like being on the top of the world. I loved the ear-pop games the altitude played with me. I loved the adventure that the mountains always stood for, beckoning from high above, tempting to be discovered. I always did things I had never done before. I looked forward to these firsts. Sometimes I went to watch the same movies twice or thrice, but does that really count? I went on long walks. I spent nights just blabbing away with friends. I took 3 am bike rides across the city. I talked to people. Finally. And I couldn't stop. I loved wine, and a good ol' girls' night out. I loved my roommate, who dressed up to work and made me do the same. I loved the late night musings on a balcony with a cuppa coffee in one hand. I loved gaming arcades and how my friend cheat...
A fresh start at writing. Yes, again! Thanks to my procrastinating skills. Although, I am sure, this will be more spontaneous than my last effort, considering I scribble a lot these days. Comparatively! :P