Because that’s what you gotta do when you move to another country. Get a new life. Even though the country was just next door and you ate its imported peanut butter and weetbix cereal,...
This is me, Lea, as in “tea” and “sea,” two things I love, incidentally. So, not "Lee-yaaah," as in, "See ya." I know, you can talk to my mom about it.
This is me in my car, alone, quiet. If I could blog from my car, there'd be more blogging.
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