Sitting in the lobby of a cheap Holiday Inn. I want to leave.
Go back to New England or original England. Either way I don't care.
My instincts are telling me to get out now but in all honesty, they've been telling me this for a while.
In Manchester Airport I had to force myself to check in. More than once I fought back tears as I said goodbye. Those who know me know this is rare.
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