_BELONGING CREATIVE WRITING:_
I've missed this. The way the summer breeze rushes into your lungs like a wave kissing the shoreline, the smell of the sweet fragrant roses and how just sitting on a small hill you are able to see right over the old Victorian estate to distance farms with roaming cattle. Peace, tranquillity, serenity, and affinity these words don't even begin to cover how I feel to be back.
Being 12 at the time you are filled with excitement of moving to a country you have never been before. I will never forget that rush of adrenaline I kept experiencing from packing all my belongings and memories from one house and moving to another the other side of the world. Moving from my home my country from the day I was born to somewhere completely different w...