14th September 1574
Tudum, tudum, tudum.
Who would've thought that this familiar sound of the train's wheels jumping over the small gaps in the tracks could make me so nostalgic. Sitting in the very first carriage behind the power unit, as long as I closed my eyes, my mind would instantly take me back to the times when I took nearly the same road on the monthly basis, commuting between my family home and the one I where I was renting the room as a student.
With my hand inevitably reaching to where my blouse pocket would house my phone, I hit myself in the side, instantly opening my eyes and returning to reality.
