Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tomorrow will be my last real day in London before i head home for the first time in three months. This has been the longest expanse of time spent an airplane's ride away from home, which seems strange when i think about it for a bit. And it's especially new because it's the first time i've been coming back into my world after creating another little home in a foreign country. Sure there are bits of familiarity, a deer and rooster figurine that have made their way across an ocean, and friends who've ended up here as well, but nothing comes close to the feeling i'll get when i hear that click of the sunroom door, the sight of lily coming bounding in through the living room, my room with a big bed. I love you london, but man alive, i need to go home. America, i miss you.