Today is my last full day in London. As dictated by the past, I’m spending the day in the V&A and reflecting on my trip (and figuring out how I can come back). 

It’s funny. I’ve spent the past week pining for home, but now that I leave in less than 24 hours, I don’t want to go. Don’t get me wrong – I desperately miss Ed and the cats and my bed and all my stuff – but I wish they were here instead of there, and that THIS was our home. I don’t want to go back to Vancouver. I want my family and life to be HERE. 

I’m sad about leaving, even though I really need to be home. The cold that landed on me earlier this week has blossomed into a sinus situation, and I am dreading the 9.5 hour flight like you wouldn’t believe. I need hugs and a hot bath and strong drugs. I wish those things were here. 

When I get home, I’ll share the link to the picture gallery from my trip as well as the standard recap by bullet point. Did I have any epiphanies? Did I learn any life lessons? Did I really and truly need to buy that velveteen purse shaped like a cat’s face (spoiler: hell yes)? All that and more, when I return to that place where we’re gonna vote out Harper on Monday!

sup, darwin