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And now I'm home, laying down in my own bed, my own house, in Canada. Family and friends have said their hullos, and I saw Iron Man. Not bad for a first day back in Kelowna.

I am so happy to be back, but I also miss the Temple and all the friends I made there, though almost everyone of them has already gone home as well, scattering abroad, (which means that I have places to sleep and bum off of people worldwide now), The trip back was eventful but good, I enjoyed. Amsterdam is a very nice city, though dead on a holiday.

Good Times. 

I wonder if I should even write on this again now?

Comin' Home, City and Colour