Home sweet home, is how the saying goes. Although I don’t actually know why that is a saying. Are most human homes made of gingerbread and frosting? My home isn’t. It’s the harsh desserts of Wind County. Nothing but dunes and sand storms as far as the eyes can see. Perhaps home salty and dusty home wasn’t as catchy. But perhaps that isn’t the point. A human once told me that home is not a place; it's a feeling of belonging, even when you're a stranger in a foreign land. Maybe one day, I will feel this sense of belonging and call some place special, my home. But enough day dreaming. It was about time I found Akkuma and do some catching up… and pie.
[Entering country - half time card, here in 30 minutes]