Hey.
I feel like I’ve abandoned a child or something. Almost like an internet pet that I left to die of hunger and thirst somewhere in cyberspace. So this journal has atrophied like the poor muscles of my heart. And I must do something I never wished to do. I must blame it on England. I’m so sorry England. The only reason you are to blame is because I loved you so. I so loved your inhabitants and your culture and your green pastures and rolling hills and I want nothing more than to return to your temperate comfort. But I have not the money, I have not the time, I have not the spirit, and I have not the rhyme.
But my time abroad, oh it sounds so cliché to say, my time with you – well it was more than anything I could ask for and I know that it will never return and though it hurts, I am so grateful for you. And you will be forever engrained in me, a part of my blood, my heart, my liver and my soul. And I will ask you no more questions, I will tell you no more lies. I only ask you for a little hug – some little memento some little hold-me-forever souvenir.
Thank you.
Thank you all of you.
