Saturday, March 16, 2013

Homesick

There's no better time to be in England than in spring. With all the signs of spring popping up all I around, I didn't realize how homesick I was until ridding the train the other night. With a book in hand and watching the lights of a city flicker by, I could almost persuade myself that I was home.  But I wasn't--and that ache almost moved me to tears.

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