I miss this.
The striding back up the hill at one in the morning and into the hostel like nobody's business.
Maybe it was the crazed and feverish look on my face or the certainty I carried myself with when barging in the door, but the guard never asked for explanations on my breaking the curfew, and I didn't bother to offer any.
All I remember thinking was how refreshing it felt.
It has been a while since any night outs.
I had traded my social life for study and sleep, after all.
But now it is time to exchange mere existence for living.
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