In a few minutes time, if all goes well, I will board my flight to John F. Kennedy International Airport, New York City, New York State, of the United States of America.
I told a friend last night, I feel like I'm leaving something unfinished. A bit like looking over a hotel room, bag in hand, just before you check out and turn in the room key, and having the distinct feeling that you're forgetting something. Nine times out of ten, you haven't forgotten anything. I hope this is one of those times.
Today marks 19 months since I left my country, and soon, I hope, the day I return.
I will see you soon.