
How very sad I live for my holidays home,
how very bad that my second blog of the year is about leaving this country,
yet how very apt.
One day in the not to distant future (I hope), I will be leaving this muddy isle headed for the land of my birth for the last time.
A land that smells of rich soil after it rains, whose people love to laugh at themselves, a land where you need to be shown around a clothing store with a torch, a land that holds all my love and hope.
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