When I get down and depressed, stressed and anxious (like I am currently), that is when I feel it, that awful feeling that I felt when I left that place.
I’ve had my heart broken by people before, but never by a country. And it hurt a hell of a lot more.
SA shows up in my dreams in it’s most vivid form and I wake up feeling empty when I realize I’m just here in my apartment. This feeling has been with me for over a year now and I don’t think it’s going to dissipate anytime soon, not until I find myself back in the African bush.
Io the Begging Corgi discovers a new vegetable….broccoli rabe. Will he like it? YES!!
I love you, Io!