Well, here I am. Sitting in my dad's home office in the house that I grew up in New Mexico. Photographs of my dad's racing days, my brothers first motorcycle trophy, a photo of me beside my first horse and a model helicopter are still sit on the shelves. My dog is asleep on my feet. And while yes, this has always been home to me, I have a new home now too. They say that home is where the heart is, and if that is true then I have homes all over the world. But nowhere more so than the United States and Fiji. I have been back stateside for just about a week now. It is wonderful and absolutely horrible all at the same time. I missed my family, my Jeep and motorcycles, my
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