So… I’m in London. And I’m not visiting (although I desperately wish I could just hop on the Underground and go straight to the Tate Modern Museum). I’m on my way home. Which is insane. I’ve already made the long trip to Dublin, the short flight to London, and now all that stands between me and the Omaha skyline is a two-hour layover, an 8-hour flight to Chicago, and one more short flight home.
Ok, so actually a lot still stands between me and Omaha, but still. The journey has begun and it’s strange.
Leaving Ireland was bittersweet, but more sweet because no one was left at UL, anyway. I spent the last week and a half preparing to say goodbye to some really wonderful friends, many of which I might never see again or won’t see for a very, very long time. Mollie left first, and while it was no fun to say goodbye to her, I at least know that I’ll see her again. Thank God we live in the same country.
Next were the Europeans. My German friends Charlotte and Andre simply told me to let them know if I’m ever in Germany… I guess that’s all we can do. The same was with my friend Adela, who is from Romania. As for the New Zealanders… well that’s another world away. Europe seems far, but New Zealand might as well be another planet, so I told Mo and Lauchlan that I might see them again. But if not, it was nice knowing them.
But really, what else do you do?
And even though it’s sad to say goodbye to people who you formed relationships with for… well, possibly forever, it’s nice to know that they’re there. I have such a great network of friends around the world now, and that’s nice to know.
And now, my only connections to those people are through my photos and my memories and the world of Facebook that only lets me look through a small window into the lives of all of the friends I’ve made. It’s weird. I honestly don’t think it’s really hit me.
Still, I can’t wait to be home. I can only imagine how glorious sleeping in my bed will be. And how great it will be to see my dog and hug the family I’ve missed and the friends I haven’t seen. Quoting She & Him, “it doesn’t get better than home, now, does it?”
Travel is a close second. A very, very close second. And I can’t wait until I’m on the road and in the skies again.
Until next time.