This isn't happening
Tomorrow is going to be long, and tiring and awful.
I'm going to pretend that it isn't actually part of my life and that somehow it never actually happened. I just fell asleep in Brighton and woke up in Melville. If wishing made it so...
How quickly 9 months flew by, it was just yesterday I was wandering Heathrow lost and disoriented. Now I'm sitting in bed generally sad about leaving what is everything I've known for 9 months and returning to things I vaguely remember as my own. It will be okay.
In other more boring but hilarious news. I totally read my flight time wrong. It leaves at 4pm not 2. So we get to leave at 10 and not 8. That's a lot nicer. Also realised I've packed away my deoderant and have no idea where I even put it. No doubt buried deep within the very bottom of my massive suitcase. Figures now that I'm all packed and ready to go I think of oh yeah personal hygiene happens everyday!
Anyway, It has been so educational England, I've learned so much. Some lesson I rather I had not, some I needed to, all though ones that I will hold dear and remember always. Thanks for all the cute accented boys, I'll be back often. See you on the flipside. x
(on a side note: Note the time. 1:09am GMT. I'm already crying. I can't wait to see British Reaction to open displays of emotions. If I weren't the one actually crying I would be the one laughing at the awkwardness in their reaction.)
I'm going to pretend that it isn't actually part of my life and that somehow it never actually happened. I just fell asleep in Brighton and woke up in Melville. If wishing made it so...
How quickly 9 months flew by, it was just yesterday I was wandering Heathrow lost and disoriented. Now I'm sitting in bed generally sad about leaving what is everything I've known for 9 months and returning to things I vaguely remember as my own. It will be okay.
In other more boring but hilarious news. I totally read my flight time wrong. It leaves at 4pm not 2. So we get to leave at 10 and not 8. That's a lot nicer. Also realised I've packed away my deoderant and have no idea where I even put it. No doubt buried deep within the very bottom of my massive suitcase. Figures now that I'm all packed and ready to go I think of oh yeah personal hygiene happens everyday!
Anyway, It has been so educational England, I've learned so much. Some lesson I rather I had not, some I needed to, all though ones that I will hold dear and remember always. Thanks for all the cute accented boys, I'll be back often. See you on the flipside. x
(on a side note: Note the time. 1:09am GMT. I'm already crying. I can't wait to see British Reaction to open displays of emotions. If I weren't the one actually crying I would be the one laughing at the awkwardness in their reaction.)