It's the last day of March. One more month before we leave this place. A part of me is sad because the next time that we see each other, it'll probably be for a few days only. Yet a part of me can't wait to fly back home and set my bags on the floor, pick up my cats, and go to the backyard to make funny faces at my dogs. Nothing beats the happiness in coming back home knowing that it is home.
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