This day has arrived.
I tried to not think about it.
I tried to prevent myself from preparing for it.
But I no longer can.
The vacation has come to its final moments.
I look back and remember all the places I have seen.
I reminisce on the landscapes I drawled over.
There we go.
The countdown has ticked.
When the toc will hit I will be on the plain hearing the pilot announcing his departure from the UK.
Farewell, UK.
It was lovely being here.
Home! I am coming, because no matter where I travel to and for how long, there is certainly no place like home.
So like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz, I will click my heels three times ans chant ‘there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home’.
UK, Roger – out!
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