I hope this letter finds you well. I know it has been a long time since I last wrote, and I should probably apologize. Has it really been nearly 3 years? Can time really pass that fast?
At first, I felt like you were gone… behind me… because I had bigger and better fish to fry, or more adventurous places to explore. You were much too bland and much too boring for me to have any tender thoughts about, or even a real desire to return to your shores any time soon. You were America, in all its powerful glory, but that glory isn’t always seen as glory from afar.
America, you’re a tough cookie to understand. You’re so big, so bold, so stuck in your ways — like a stubborn relative that gets on your last nerve but you still spend time with because you’re connected in another way. I may have left you physically, but you’ve never really left me.
My dearest America, I have been gone so long, and damn, I can’t wait to come back. There’s only a day now between you and I; I’m excited.
See you soon,