December 2, 2019
It's always cold here, but it never rains. The cold is different when it rains—somehow there's warmth. He experienced this while visiting another town. He missed his hometown during that 2-week stay, yet he also knew a part of him was resolute about not going back. How do people resolve this dilemma? Being sure, being unsure. Are people ever sure 100%? If they decide to bungee-jump, are they 100% sure the moment they jump? He's grown to love the cold, he can't imagine life without it. When we leave something, does it mean we love it less?