Thalassia Sevangeline's Questionnaire

I suppose that I am among a lucky few.

My family and I, we live in a breathtaking seaside manor. It's quite large, though far, far from empty. There's a constant buzz of... Well, anything and everything I suppose. Constant footsteps echoing through the halls, endless names being called, phones ceaselessly ringing, arguments eternally stinging, the list goes on. When there's enough silence to let one take the sights in, it's quite nice. Every room is lined with extravagant art and decor, there's a fancy carpet draped over every floor, et cetera, et cetera. Plenty of windows overlooking the sea, I for one have lost hours of my time staring out at endless horizons, and I know I'm not alone with that.

It's a nice home, that much is true... But, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss our previous residence.

We've lived in this home for around a year now, a far cry from what we left behind. For most of my life, we lived in the heart of the city, right above our old store. It was a fine enough house, finer than most I'd say, though you'd be a fool to not prefer the luxurious manor near the beach over... Anything else. Still though, that old place holds a special place in my heart.

Is it weird that I yearn for that time, even though nothing has exactly changed? We still own the shop, I'm still living with my family, I still frequent that place on a regular basis. I'm longing for a memory that's still here, it feels wrong.

Well, I suppose the store has been renovated a lot now. The apartments that we used to live in have now been subsumed into a second and third floor of the shop. Maybe I just miss the time before then, back when we were another fish in the pond, instead of the oceanic whale that we are now.

Alas, those times are gone now. No point in whining over the fact that I live in a multi-million dollar mansion, there are bigger problems in the world.