Last night I was at my own farewell party, smoking cheap cigars and guzzling watery beer till I dozed off. Tonight I have no clue where I am, struggling to sleep as that familiar sting in my left shoulder keeps creeping up. Why is it that pain always makes you remember the one you love the most? Between fond memories and a damaged ligament, my brain is a tangled mess right now... everything seems so surreal. I think my body clock is trying to adjust to the fact that I’ve just flown across five Time Zones.
They say everyone is destined to revisit their birthplace... welcome to United Kingdom.
