Sailing to philadelphia... or flying to Gothenburg

Book a plane ticket... check
Pack your life into a 20kg suitcase... shit...

Book a plane ticket... check
Pack your life into a 20kg suitcase... shit...
I'm leaving the country.
Or let's just say I'm moving out for a few years, it's not like Lebanon and I are breaking up, we're merely 'taking a break' so we can try new things, see other people, and grow in ways our relationship didn't encourage.
It's a shame because I love this country.
And it's not because I think it's perfect, there are so many things wrong with it, it pisses me the hell off. But it's home. It's home to my family, my friends, my memories, my job...
...and I'm leaving everything. Well, except for the memories. I'm taking those with me.
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"Tout départ est une cassure volontaire que l'on ne se pardonne jamais tout à fait."
Fadiiiiiiiiiiii
Come baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase
(and bring back the memories with you)
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