I guess that's life.  

People grow old, friends move on and I grow up. 

Feeling nostalgic but nothing bad about that I guess. Because feeling nostalgic means that I had something special once too. I honestly won't want to go back anyway. So I'm good. 

I'm needed at home and I want to be at home.  It makes me sad when I see the people I love being tired and sad and I will reduce this burden for them as mich as I can. 

I can fly solo because I know that my pilot will come home soon. The guy who knows me best (I think. Haha) has always been there for me and will continue to be there. That's enough for me. 

Weh lo weh lo:)