The BBQ is over, my bags are packed and my eyes are red (from being tired, don't get any ideas). Every time I prepare to leave the country I end up staying up late. I don' t know why, it just happens. Work that should take an hour takes me three.
My grand father told me one day, that if I ever had more that a half dozen good friends at any given time in my life, that I should count myself a lucky man. I am a lucky man and I am so thankful for those who I call friends. This post will be another short one, but its better than nothing. Time to pack up the rest of my room.