Dammit
Man, you must be really looking forward to going back. You gonna to come back here? Are you going to miss the place? We’ll miss you. Dammit, just when I think I had it all sorted, I get that stab of last-minute repenting. I am looking forward to going back, but if you ask me why, I can’t really name it. It’s nebulous - there’s no one thing that would make me say, “that, that is the reason I’m going home.” ...