an english past

Maybe it's the red wine, or Italian food, or the incredible Irish song I just heard on the radio that inspired me to write this, but either way I couldn't help but sit down at my computer at 11:24pm and start jotting. My thoughts, my desires, my longing.

4, short, glorious months left me a new person and somewhere on a piece of soil a half a world away, a part of my soul is still there. Roaming on unfamiliar, but oh so familiar land. I miss it. Every so often, I find myself looking back to something I will never be able to grasp again. A love. A love so real I can still, to this day, 4 years later, taste it. A love of the culture, the language, the music, history, smells, sounds, tastes, feelings, the everything. To call it traveling is an understatement. I was exploring and discovering.

The friends I met while there, will forever hold a spot in my heart. Each of them, in their special unique way have imprinted their inscription on me. Thank you. I love each of you dearly.

So England, and Europe all together, it was not easy to let go of you, and it is just as difficult to not think of you often, but I am deeply fond of you. I wish for everyone, that they can explore all of your nooks and crannies. All of your magical stories. Your richness. You are, in you're own under exclaimed way, beautiful. Thank you for all you gave me.

Cheers, my Friend. We will meet again.