The Ending of Our Tale

I'm sitting in the Heathrow airport, fighting off yawns and boredom, wondering how in the world I ended up where I am. I mean that in the sense of time, of course, because it has flown by once again. Three months ago I was on my way to the airport to go to London and now I'm going home. I have an hour before my flight and I feel myself reminiscing over the past three months.
I'm starting to realize the things that I'll miss. Things like the countryside, the constant adventures, the ability to get around without a car. Things like Cadbury chocolate, Scottish shortbread cookies, Nandos, and healthy food without the cost. I'll miss the people I've become good friends with on this trip. Thankfully most of them are heading back to Texas with me but the sweet staff at the Pickwick and the cool British professors will always be on my heart. Although you could never convince me to live in London, I am so grateful for the opportunity to come here.

I'm also realizing that I've changed over the course of this semester, whether for good or bad I don't know. I feel older, stronger, more sure of myself and what I want somehow. It's been a life changing experience.

We are about to board now and I have said my goodbyes to London, to England, to British accents, to plays every week, and all the adventures in between. All I have left to say is...

Cheers