i miss home

I'm making a blurb book on mauritius and it made me realized how much I miss home. It was not perfect but I guess I was too selfish to enjoy my time there and now I miss it. Why do we always look back at things with some regret. Hopefully I'll be able to to go back in 2012? I want to keep 2011 for Paris. Now I need to face my fears at my job because I need this money for travelling and to go back home. I have nothing to prove, just do my job and get the money. Maybe I'll go back to mauritius when I retire yet I'll be on my own at that age..Why do I need to brood black?

I want to go to Montreal..to live there..