I'm starting to grow very nostalgic about going home. After a beautiful weekend in Copenhagen I am more apprehensive about leaving this place. I know I'm surely not ready to say good bye. However after this weekends events I feel far far away from home and wish I could pop in and give some love to my family. I think I forget that while my time goes by here, life is carrying on at home whether I'm ready for it to or not. I'm not home sick but I wish I could be with my family in times of sadness. Life has a funny way of surprising and reminding. At the end of the day I suppose we can be thankful for all the memories we are blessed with. And for those we should celebrate. And to best describe my feelings four British boys...
There are places I remember
All my life though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places had their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection
For people and things that went before
I know I'll often stop and think about them
In my life I love you more
RIP R.Hill
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