Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people?
However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee.
To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still.
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