The Count Down Begins
It really is a bittersweet feeling. I miss my own bed, my own friends, and my own family with a passion, but I don't really feel like I want to go just yet. I'm done with London. I've seen it, I felt it, and I’ve tasted it. It's a little to busy for me. Too many tourists unsure of where their going, too many locals jaded by the wonders surrounding them, too many people becoming targets for crazies with a vendetta. I'd really love to go back to Ireland and stay there. Or even just head down to Wales to see how the Welsh do it. There is so much left undiscovered by yours truly and as most of you know, my curiosity is an entity all on it's own.
If anything, this trip has forced me to (and excuse the cliché) meet up with myself. I know how lame and played out the coming of age story is, but we all have to do it, and I have hopefully mastered my own at this point.
So I guess what I'm really trying to say is that I has an absolutely epic journey. I truly wish that I could have shared it with my friends and family. I know that everyone is going to get sick of me talking about my experiences. But tough. I am now blessed with the gift of gab and you're all going to have to suffer!
I think I'm just going to post some random pictures of the past few weeks. With captions, without captions, I'll decide when I get there.
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