I called England home in a past life; I know I did. I don't just want to go, I miss her. I miss the air, the earth, the fog, the scents, the hills, the greenery, the people, the accents...I miss the soul of the place. Something in my being absolutely longs to stand on English soil and just breathe for a moment, absorbing as much as I possibly can.
And now, thanks to someone who loves me very much and wants me to be inspired...I get to go.
February, you guys.
Suggestions are welcomed. About England specifically or about traveling in general. Or, you know, other things. If you think I need it. Fashion advice maybe....perhaps you've been wanting to tell me for a long time to stop tripping over my words and just take a speech class already. Or to get a better haircut. Whatevs.
A quick tribute:
Oh yeah. Best of the best, man.
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