At this point I think I've seen or spoken to most of closest travel companions on Missouri soil. The consensus seems to be that things here are still a little strange. While it's wonderful to be back...catching up with friends, enjoying the our last first week of school, and getting a little bit of the tan we were missing...life in Columbia is hard to compare with the world we were living in 3 weeks ago.
I'm not sure if this is my last London blog entry--I'd still love to share more stories--but I can feel it slipping away. The other night my flatmate Rachel said that she doesn't close her eyes and see London anymore. I'm not there yet but I can feel it coming. It's hard to jump right back into the life I left behind because the experiences I had are just too hard to translate.
The point of this entry is that there really is no point...only to remind myself that while I am no longer waking up to the pigeon cooing outside my window, the journey I had doesn't have to end. I refuse to put all my memories and lessons learned in the back of my mind and consider them only a part of my past. So don't be surprised if those stories about Spain and Cardiff and all the others that I never got around to telling, show up in the coming months. Because even if they aren't as fresh as they might have been, 'I'm ok with that'. :)
With the HMS Belfast and Tower Bridge...and loving it.