That's it, four months, gone, flashed by, finished. I'm now writing this in my room in Bristol at one in the morning wide-awake and reflecting on what has undoubtedly been the best four months of my life.
It was so hard to leave, not so much America, I did love it don't get me wrong, but what I found to be really hard was leaving the friends behind. The friends that had come to feel more like family. Months and months have passed in each-others company and I now feel strange not having them around. Leaving was heart-wrenching. They all came outside, when the taxi pulled up to say good-bye. We hugged tightly and with watery eyes told said how much we would miss each-other. The poor taxi-driver didn't know what hit him when four girls got in only to hysterically cry the whole way to the airport.
After a long-long flight we landed in Heathrow, and rushed eagerly through arrivals to be met by my Dad's grinning face. It feels wonderful to be home but already Wilmington and UNCW are beginning to feel like a world away. I can't ever let the memories fade though. I've had an amazing adventure. You never know unless you go, right? I went and I can, without any hesitation, say that it was the best decision I have ever made. The adventures that I have had will forever etched into my memory and i've made so many wonderful friends from all around the world.
Good bye America, it's been a pleasure.
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