It’s been a while since I’ve stayed longer in the Philippines. It’s been a while since I felt this lazy summer breeze. I’m not adjusting. I’m secluded, still. I’m in a place where I should be. The thought of returning to the place where I don’t belong lingers and it’s what bores me. If I could, I would retire now. No, not here, but to the place where I was born and spent half of my life.
Never to come back to New York is fine with me. Should I act on it?
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Go for it… do what makes you happy as long as you are not hurting somebody or breaking the law :-)
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