2 thoughts on “06-10-80”

  1. The day I left my country of birth, my home.
    Young and full of wonder little did I know the full meaning of the start of this adventure. How from then the number of times I would sit with my parents and enjoy small talk and just being there was now finite, able to be counted on my hands. How having family in two countries means that there is never a time when all can be there for the others. As my children grow up and my family at home grow old, caught in the middle I feel as though the circle of life is somehow disjointed.
    It’s an odd feeling to belong in two places. Especially when that feeling is complete in neither.


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