Yesterday we went to the old house I lived in back when I was 14 years old.

Nothing changed there. My family know the owner of the house for like a decade

or more. He is a good friend in his 80s.

Returning there was very energizing and I felt like in a dream.

The backyard have a forest of many kilometers long with a small path that exist there even before

I was 14 years old. Went there and explored like I used to.

Now, I live in an apartment in the middle of the city.

But there it's different. Because you have no one

to bother you and whatever.

I even yelled like crazy just for the fun of it.

I had a good time, then we went to see my grandma

in her apartment to celebrate her birthday and

she wished me a birthday too.

We watched TV a bit, a music show and then

left at 8 PM.

I love my family.