Everything about the centre reminds me that it’s time to leave. Suitcases are piled up along the long staircase, the walls in our rooms are bare, and Teresa seems unusually cheery. We can hear her singing throaty Irish songs as she rummages through the laundry downstairs. She’ll have no more loose hairballs to pick up off the ground for a few weeks. That is, until the new girls come.
Most of the lights in our stairwell and in our attic have burnt out. I suppose the staff decided there’s no point in replacing them at this point. All of these things make me so sad. I don’t want to leave London- except of course to see the people I love who are back in the states. But I wish that I could move everyone out to England with me.
I have miraculously fit everything into one suitcase and one carryon, except for a large print I’d bought Alexa from Portobello Road. Sorry Lex. I left it for charity. But don’t worry, I’ve got more awesome things.
This experience has been crazy. And amazing. Without a doubt, it was one of the best decisions I ever made to apply for the BYU London Program.
Thanks for reading!
Oh El...you are amazing...thanks for taking us along....I don't know if I read it all for sure but what I did was uplifting and wonderful to see the sites through your eyes...good luck in your trip home.....you probably know but you can make your blog into a book through blurb...another site like my heritage or something....you probably already have plans for all your memories;o)....keep bloging!
ReplyDeleteThanks for keeping us so up to date...I love England now and I havent even been there. Call me when you get home because I know this awesome site to upload your blog and have it published in a book...my mom did my old blog for me and I think you would love to have this printed to have forever!! I miss you and cant wait to see you...love ya!!!
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