Welcoming me with rainy, windy arms.
How I have forgotten your kind ways, your apologetic peoples, and your sweetly addictive coffee chains.
And your friendly drivers, who allow others to safely merge into traffic, your bilingual everything, from the roadsigns to the safety instructions on board my flight.
And on a sidenote: J drove me to the airport at 4:30a. That was me bragging, cause my not quite boyfriend guy was willing to do that after an hour and a half nap.
I think there are a lot of good times in his future, via me.