I wasn’t expecting this… not now. When I arrived in England, everything was different. There were no 14-year-old kids singing Pasta con Tonno. People were…
“Be more excited, Laura. You’re going home. Tears were running down my face as I sat in Denpasar airport. My brain was scattered; salty wet…
When you come home after living abroad for a while, things are really strange. Your friends, who you’ve kept in touch with over Facebook, aren’t…
I hate coming home. I hate having a numerical limit placed on the numbers of holes and suspicious stains my clothes are allowed to have,…
