A call I'd felt and heard for so long, finally answered. Not in its entirety, but a start nonetheless. My feet had made their way across the ocean and I stood there, if only for a few days.
This is not to say I love my own country or my beloved Paris any less. These are the three countries that bind me--America, forever home; Paris, forever a sigh and a song; and England, forever the place of my dreams. I think a place call call and beckon just as strongly as a person or occupation.
England, with its Lake District and green fields, bright red buses, black cabs, fish and chip shops, countless trains, and cups of tea, always beckons.
I resonate with this so much it nearly hurts.
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