… and it moves in cycles.
I thought this summer would be a peaceful one. I felt even happier when summer started —most of my summers didn’t go well, thanks to some family issues.
But it did not end well; once again, I had a bad summer. At least, the end of it.
I would say, since my early 40s, “In the last analysis, I am happy.” I cannot say this anymore. Not depressed either, but not happy.
I moved to a condominium in a recently gentrified area that overlooks a part of a factory where I conducted my fieldwork for my MA thesis 25 years ago.
Ten years ago, I had moved to an apartment subleased to me by two brothers; they are taking it back now.
Two people who stood with us at the beginning were there at the end. On my return to campus, I listened to the songs I had listened to whenever I felt like it since my early teenage years. I always return to the campus.
Life moves in cycles.
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