Dear Old Blighty

Dear Old Blighty,

After an absence of 8 years, homesick seeps into my heart. No human can understand my feelings, I believe. Dear old Blighty is in my body, mind and soul. Nothing will ever change this fact. Grass is always greener on the other pasture but this ain’t about grass. Its the sense of belonging. Something that you love. Something that is in your soul. 

I’ve been called crazy. I’ve been labelled mad. Some say I’ve gone round the bend, mental, gaga, loony, screwy. You might think I’ve lose my marbles and having bats in my belfry.

No. I miss my dear old blighty.