Missing home is something that creeps up on you in the quiet moments.To be honest when you're busy with the everyday actions and thoughts of the here and now you dont think about the place and more importantly the people who you surrounded yourself with for such a huge part of your life.
So often here i sit amidst a swirl of language that i can only comprehend a tiny part of, an observer of the everyday rather than a full participant. And yet i'm happy, i'm where i'm meant to be, with the person i want to be with.
But at odd times i find myself enveloped by the face/places/times of Welli.
The good, the bad, the immortal.
I think about my mate
Much love to all of you celebrating this weekend for Jase.
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