It's been a fun vacation in the ol' US of A. On September 1st, I leave my quiet, small town retreat to go back to the Communist Regime that I now call my 2nd home.
This brings a variety of feelings from elation to sorrow. I have a lot of history in this place and I'm always deeply sad to see it go but find that the thrill of adventure consoles my phantom limbs slightly.
Aside from family and friends, a thing I miss greatly is FOOD.
Yes, I've always been quite partial to certain...
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