c'est la vie.

I haven't forgotten what I love and have left behind,

though it's hard to feel deeply nostalgic
when I wake up to the laughter of sparrows and starlings 

and then soon venture outside to fetch eggs for breakfast
 from the chicken coop in the backyard

accompanied by my best friend Bounty,

and, as I walk back in the house, hear the song I'm whistling repeated in a chipper tone, 


and it's especially difficult to feel nostalgic when I know that no matter what
I can always buy a waffle from the hippy van down the street. 


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I left the United States in August 2010 as a Rotary exchange student. I'll leave Belgium in July 2011 as Jordann.

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Braine-l'Alleud, Belgium
I follow the sun.