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I am sitting in London for what might be the last time--of course I thought that about the last time I was here and here I sit again. Let that be proof that life will continually take you further then you think it will.
Today Mike and I are leaving again for the States. We are all travelled out and out of money. We look like your typical over-travelled kids--dishelved, empty pockets, full suitcases, and stinky as all get out. I am concerned about taking my shoes off in the plane because I have been wearing the same pair of socks for several days now and the scent is quite unpleasing I'm afraid. Hopefully it's a somewhat empty flight and the smell of Mike's smelly feet will cover my own smell. Perhaps?
What does it feel like to be going home? Well...not normal considering the fact that I will be going home for only two days and then driving my friends across my own country. I have mixed emotions really. I am ready to go home and have a good rest and yet, staying in a hostel and hearing about other's travels makes me want to set out for more locations. I am excited to see my family though, pet my dog, take a shower in my shower, be able to work to save up money, and literally sit and do nothing for a bit--I don't want to have anything pressing on me to see.
What have I gotten from my trip? That's a difficult question I am not ready to answer yet. I find it easier to reflect on such a question when I get home...when I have sat down and really taken survey of who I am. I think I am the same, but I know in about two months I will begin to see the change as the normal routine of home seems a bit prickly and different to me.

I have seen Singapore and I liked it. It was advanced, clean, everyone spoke English, and I felt as though it was a further continuation of my comfort zone. It had a sufficent amount of exotic fruit and beaches to make me happy.

I have seen Sri Lanka and I liked it. It was different, smelly at times, busy, and I felt a bit out of my comfort zone, but I loved [almost] every minute of it. I did not have enough time to see everything that I wanted though and felt I only recieved a pin-prick size of the tiny island.

I returned to Wales and London. Yah!.


I hear the sound of a bell......

...............................Taco Bell