Nostalgia hits like a truck...

Finally! Finally! My exams are finally over, and I can get back to posting regularly. It was kind of depressing not being able to write a post. Every time I opened Steemit, that "Write Post" button was so tempting to hit, but I had to control myself.

Anyway, today I am writing about how I have recently gotten back to playing golf regularly. Since my exams are over, I can go back to writing on Steemit and playing golf!

Today was the first day I went to golf in a while. It has been some time since I last played, but when I went to play today, everything came back. It was almost like… like I never left! It felt so good wearing those gloves for the first time in a month and hitting balls on the range.

It was rough at first—I could barely even hit the ball. But once a few minutes went by, I was back to hitting it as far as I could. It’s kind of poetic, really! I couldn’t stop playing; it was like I was making up for the whole month I didn’t come—all in one day!

It wasn’t that simple, though. I had a whole hour ahead of me and didn’t know what to do. I just kept hitting a few buckets, since I couldn’t go to the course to play, and did some putting and chipping. I was feeling bored.

They do keep some chickens at the golf club, but I don’t think they’d be fun to talk to. 😂 Maybe talking to them is still better than talking to no one… or maybe not. 😝

Then I started getting flashbacks to when I first started playing. This feeling, this boredom—it was every day! Every day, I would come to the course, do what I did today, and just sit, alone with my thoughts. It was funny to think about. Something I used to do daily, I couldn’t even bear doing for an hour now.

I started remembering what I used to do back then when I had no choice. Sometimes I dozed off, and other times I just sat there. By the time I was done with all the nostalgia, my dad had already finished the course and made it back. I guess while trying to think of a solution for a problem, the problem solved itself! It’s funny how things like this happen.

Anyway, even when my dad made it back, it felt weird to go home. I just didn’t want to. I wanted to stay and think about how things used to be—when I didn’t have difficult exams keeping me away from golf, when I was little and didn’t want anything in the world other than to just go to the course and hit some practice balls.

I still remember the day I got my kit (a gift from my aunt). That day was just like today. I just wanted to stay on the course. I didn’t know what to do, but I wanted to do it. But alas, I had to go home, even if I didn’t want to.

I thought about practicing at home, but I was feeling too tired. Then I remembered why I always wanted a house with a lawn. Wait! What am I saying? I need to give some context.

Ever since I was little, I wanted a house with a lawn. A lot of my friends' houses had lawns, but mine never did. The reason for wanting a lawn was simple—I wanted to play golf in the comfort of my own home.

Recently, my dream came true, and we now live in a house with a lawn. Every time I step outside, I think about my younger self, who always wanted this. I was living the dream—a dream most people don’t even think to dream about! Now, every time I go outside, come in, or do anything, I thank God for letting me live what so many kids wish for.

Since we moved in, I haven’t played golf in the lawn yet, but I am planning to! I’ll be sure to tell you when that happens.

Tomorrow, I might go to the course to play, but I’m not too sure about that.

Well, I guess this is the end of my post. Bye!
P.S. I apologise for being so inconsistent in posting but hopefully I will be back to posting regularly from now on🙂