Homesickness isn’t an emotion, its more like one of those dirty facts you just know in the pit of your stomach and feel in the back of your head, the sort that will not go away, no matter what you do.
I miss home.
Homesickness isn’t an emotion, its more like one of those dirty facts you just know in the pit of your stomach and feel in the back of your head, the sort that will not go away, no matter what you do.
I miss home.
Yesterday I met a man upon whom the sun beat down, trying to force him to his knees. The man stood his ground and eventually it was the sun who bent.
Lower and lower it sank, until it drew level with his stare. Lower then, until it disappeared.
Yesterday I met a man who stared down the sun and won.
“And I’ll do it again tomorrow…” he said.
I recently came across this cartoon on how to become a famous blogger.

I have taken the path on the right. I became a blogger.
Then I took three months off to try and become famous.
I will have to attempt that again.
For the time being I am back to being a blogger!
[Cartoon by Dave Walker]