What if opportunities opened up elsewhere and closed up at 'home'?
What if it's my least favourite land?
I left my heart and footprints in another land, a one that I possibly can never call my own and I'm desperate to reclaim it. I think I was created to be a wanderer, to live out of a suitcase.
I need to start life anew. Make your way plain before me.
And if it's another land, I prefer to travel by air, not whale.
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