Sometimes everything smells like home but, as they say, nothing good lasts. If you're lucky, there are the memories. Even those tend to fade after long enough. Maybe I'm afraid to make new ones. I'm not climbing into the back of the van.
Do I miss Scotland and Ireland? Yeah, I do. London always came as close to being "my town" as anyplace I've ever been.
Holding hands is probably what I miss more than anything. That's what I remember most.
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