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Coming Home
Mar. 28th, 2019 06:13 pmI had a dream I want to write down before it fades.
I was some sort of journalist, sent to cover this old school I used to go to, and the fact it was being renovated and revamped. It was a nostalgic assignment, I thought. When I got there, though, it was more familiar than I suspected. The hallways were long and arching, the ceiling was very high. Even though it was decorated differently, it didn't take long for me to recognize it as Balamb Garden. It kind of blew me away both because it was an FFVIII thing that really existed, and because now I realized that I'd been there, myself. ( It was a real thing, and I was part of it. )
I was some sort of journalist, sent to cover this old school I used to go to, and the fact it was being renovated and revamped. It was a nostalgic assignment, I thought. When I got there, though, it was more familiar than I suspected. The hallways were long and arching, the ceiling was very high. Even though it was decorated differently, it didn't take long for me to recognize it as Balamb Garden. It kind of blew me away both because it was an FFVIII thing that really existed, and because now I realized that I'd been there, myself. ( It was a real thing, and I was part of it. )
