I long for my home in Croydon, I miss it’s dearly. However, returning shall not ease this longing as I’ll miss America. Either side of the pond I’ll miss the people and the places, I will never feel completely at home. I am a product of both the new world and the old. A creature that belongs nowhere and everywhere, I may appear to belong completely but that is merely a facade this shell is hallow. I am a mere shadow of a normal American an echo of an Englishman. I am both happy and sad, such is life.
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