Echoes of Africa
The inevitable degeneracy affixed to the post-WSOP hangover has me longing to return to Africa. If it weren't for a very special 3 year-old named Bailey, I might already be there. I seem to annually devolve into an Oceanic-Six era Jack Shephard this time of year.
It boggles my mind how constricted and helpless I can feel at home. Africa sometimes feels like the only answer. When you feel like a tourist in the city you were born, maybe it's time to go.
posted by GnightMoon @ 5:26 PM
4 Comments:
Sadface
Don't worry buddy! We will be there to give you company soon. Can't wait to give you a bear hug!
It must be very hard for you to be home. I think if it were me, I’d go back to Africa. You can’t live your life for others. After all we only get one shot at life. Best of luck
echoes stirring us to deeper living are a good thing. greet them and give them time.
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