Missing the Little Things

Today reminded me how much I already miss home. The emotion hit me like a freight train when my partner casually commented over the phone that he “needed to do a Costco run tonight”. What I wouldn’t give to have the ability of teleportation right now. Teleport home, do some plain, boring, mundane grocery run while holding his hand and giggling about absolutely nothing. Say goodbye and teleport back to England. That would be something else.

It’s funny just how much greener the grass gets as you look back at it and walk the other way.

Cheers,

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