It is about 7 am here right now in about an hour I will begin the long lug of 3 suitcases (one large, one small, one carry on.....all packed to their limit! how does that happen?) and an equally stuffed backpack down the road, through the tube and to the airport. Just have my fingers crossed no one else is really up at 8-9 am going anywhere on the tube.
It is a weird feeling to be leaving, mostly because I don't feel like I'm leaving. Even though my half of the room is completely empty and all of my baggage is sitting by the door it feels like a normal day. I'm in the lobby with my laptop writing before breakfast, all of my favorite morning security guards are on duty and I've had my daily chat with them about what is on the news....doesn't feel like a good-bye kind of day.
Still sadly it is. Yesterday was an excellent last full day in the city. Professional development in the morning, a long leisurely walk through Hyde Park, getting caught in a rainstorm, went to the aquarium (always one of my favorite things to do in any city, pictures to come), caught in another rain storm, sat down on the south bank and watched the River Thames, listened to Big Ben chime a few last times, ate a lunch of roast peanuts from a street vendor. Then the evening brought dinner with my two favorite girls, Kalli and Brooke, and getting caught in another rainstorm! We went to a lovely traditional pub for pies, pudding and the elusive spotted dick. It was a perfect end to an amazing trip.
So looking forward to the flight (I'm oddly fond of sleeping on public transportation like that) and to being home again! Because while I can pretty much turn any new place I go to, especially London, into home...the day of leaving to come home is always as exciting as the day you leave to go away.
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