"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another."
Anatole France

I always thought that quote was cool, until, I finally, truly understood what it really means. It so true, but these changes seem to not stop. There's no stability and I'm afraid that there's no end in sight. I just want to be back in a comfort zone again. I miss so much. It's like a book that abruptly ended. The pages havve words, but at a certain point, the words just stopped. After that, there's nothing but blank pages waiting to be written. But, I guess, so is life...