The plan not to have a plan

As I sit here at the airport I am excited and ready to go back. It feels normal, like I am going somewhere familiar, somewhere like home. But, at the same time it’s strange and different to be going β€˜back’ to a country I have been living in but to a different place. I have only ever returned to the place I left whether for a holiday, a trip or for business. I haven’t ever gone back but at the same time not really back.
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