In my rush to leave the U.S.A. I ended up missing a lot of things: my sunglasses, spare prescription glasses, peptobismal and my inoculations (which could potentially kill me in all sorts of interestingly painful ways), but most of all I have missed my people. Friends and family who I have either not seen in ages and now will most likely not get another chance for years and others who I may have seen weeks ago but would liked to have said final farewells to. I’ve honestly never been good at staying in touch and I’m sure that some people still think I’m working retail in small-town Massachusetts right now. I feel bad about it all, but things like forgetting to call or write or visit someone while I’m caught up in the day-to-days of life (never-mind epic journey’s across the other side of the globe) seems to be second nature for me even when I have the best intentions. So, to all the people who I said I’d visit and didn’t, and all the people who don’t even know I’m gone I am sorry; I don’t care about you any less it’s just a combination of situation and personal-wiring that made it inevitable for me to leave you behind without any last goodbyes and I truly regret that.
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