I am probably a little bit nuts because I have not been to sleep all night and it is 7:07 AM here. But it was our last night in London. More than half the house is already gone. Kate leaving made me cry (can you believe it??) and now I'm sitting here not wanting to believe that I have to go back and that this isn't my home anymore.
I have loved Hyde Park. I have loved Thorntons (half the time). I have loved Pizza Hut (especially when they make chocolate pazooki's for us). I have loved the National Gallery. I have loved the coach. I have loved breakfast - when everyone asks what you did last night and what are your plans for today. I have loved Portabello. I have loved these people. I am a different person thanks to them.
So, now that my sob-story is over (for now) I will figure out how to get to Heathrow (Bayswater to Glouster to Terminal 4 I do believe). And I will maybe just shut my eyes for an hour before I get up, clean up, and get lost.
I am pretty tired right now. I love the Center but I realize that I don't want to stay here now; not when the people who made it what it was are MIA. See you in Provo this fall, minus Kate and Chels and Kathryn. The rest of you - be there or be square.
Adios, with love, from London.
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