Today, I leave Switzerland and fly into London.
Once upon a time, I lived in the UK. I was a college student there. I traveled throughout Wales, Ireland, Scotland, and England. I nursed broken hearts there, and probably inadvertently broke hearts in the process. I performed on stage, kissed on trains, got lost, wrote poetry, smoked Gauloises cigarettes in pubs, got drunk on far too much wine, was chased by a crazy woman, and wrote to a man I hoped to find that I called “Mr Kindness” under the same tree that JM Barrie wrote Peter Pan.
It has been a decade if not a little more… I am both excited to arrive in the place I once called “Home” and a bit sad too be leaving my darling friends in Switzerland.
I’m still terrifically ill. Flying should be fun.
Love you!
TB
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