Dear Country,
As much as I sometimes loath having your name smack dabbed on my passport; as much as I'd love to not love you for not reimbursing my money; and as much as I sometimes despise the fact that I'm a part of you, nevertheless, I
am.
And out of all the 365 days this Earth spins around the sun, if I were to at least spend
one of them thanking you for the things that I might have
selfishly looked past, I think today would be most appropriate.
So thank you country. This gratitude I genuinely convey (with no sarcasm). May this year's transition of age bring change. Maybe not for me, but for generations to come. No pressure.