March 13
"Your only duty on this earth is to find yourself and live accordingly." - Carl Jung.
"Tell me Doctor, do you miss it?"
Jimmy Palmer followed his mentor through the uneven trail, pulling his jacket closer around him.
"Miss what, Mr Palmer? Be specific."
"Home. Your home." He clarified, almost walking into the other man as he stopped in his tracks. "Is everything okay?"
Ducky touched Palmer's arm briefly, then carried on walking, slower this time. "Have you ever been to England?"
"No sir."
"It's such a beautiful country. Famous for its tea, or scones with cream and jam... A Sunday roast."
"A what?"
Ducky chuckled. "Imagine Thanksgiving dinner every Sunday." Palmer hummed with pleasure. "Exactly." The older man sighed. "Alas, my job drew me away. My mother too."
"Would you leave it all and go back?"
Ducky turned to the young man, a hint of humour across his tone. "Are you trying to get rid of me, Mr Palmer?"
"No no, of course not. I... I..."
"As much as I love my home country and my family roots, I love my job more. My friends. Even you and your inability to read a map."
Jimmy laughed, blushing slightly. The two men fell into a comfortable silence, relishing in the crisp spring afternoon.