Feeling of not Bellonging

I was walking in the freezing air after school and thinking what would happen if I was still in that city.I moved to this freezing city two years ago and still couldn’t get used to it. Because I had a great life in the city I used to live in. I had amazing friends, a nice school, and a regular routine. So what do I have now good friends, no routine, no I just have a nice school and it is not enough reason to be happy. Why shouldn’t I go to the old city? Wait a minute, that’s actually a good idea. I can go there for a week. So I decided to go there. I packed my things and jumped on the high-speed train and set off. I was so excited because it was my first time there in two years. I finally arrived but it had changed a lot. I didn’t care about it and went to my old neighborhood. It had changed there too, but the feeling was the same. I went to the cafe I used to go to and started studying for my exam, then I saw my old friend. We had a big fight when we moved and never spoke again, but I didn’t care about it went up to him and said hello. We started talking about old times and decided our fight was ridiculous. It was good to talk to him but then I realized I don’t belong there. I had changed the city had changed, it wasn’t the same anymore. This made me very sad because that place was therein my childhood, youth and every moment of my life. I went to places I used to go to get a sense of belonging, but it didn’t work. I feel into the void, I didn’t belong anywhere. So I decided to get used to the city I’m living.I was going to go there and do everything to get used to it. I went to the most beautiful cafes, ate the best food and tried to get used to the city but I failed. While walking home, not knowing what to do, I realized that what makes the city beautiful is the people in them, not the cafes or the food.