Always leaving, still here

As usual, I'd have tons of words to give you. But instead, I'll give you this

A mature summer

Cocktails. Beaches. Nights. Raki. Flirts. And then, you realise that they're not your top focus anymore. The way it is happening is nothing to be happy about. But, hand-in-hand with big, vital problems comes our maturing.

And, btw, happy birthday blog! It's been around for four years now and it's definitely matured too...