gaps

in no particular order of emotional importance:

The World Cup came and went.

You returned. You left five years ago.

Your memories of home are five, eight, ten, twelve, years old.

You do not wish to dwell on, nor reveal any significant detail about them. You think it will be tantamount to a betrayal of some sort.

Maybe more next time, maybe.

You had returned hoping to find, if not provide, answers. Now you question even that objective.

You warn the reader that the next set of posts will be far less introspective.