back to Canada - jiggity jig
A deep double lungful of sweet moisture laden Jamaican air and the first thought off the plane at landing was "GODS, it's great to be home." And it struck me. I may still be living in Canada, but it is only the place where I work so that I can move home.
The simple truth is that I am more alive there than anywhere I have ever been. My body ceases to be a traitor and my brain kicks into overdrive. Everything is soft. My hair, my lips, my skin - even the greebly bits on my elbows.
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