I woke up with a feeling of panic this morning as I realized that today was the day we left England and said goodbye to the people we lived, studied, and partied with for the past 3 months. Not that I wasn’t excited to go home because I’m ready for that, it was the leaving part that got to me. We had a busy morning of finishing packing, cleaning, and hauling our stuff downstairs. Tony picked us up at 10:15am and we had to say goodbye to those who aren’t leaving yet. Then it was bittersweet driving through London and seeing all the places that are now so familiar. The Hatton Garden diamond stores, CafĂ© Nero, Pret, Dominion Theatre, Boots, street signs, brick buildings, tube stations, pubs, Barclay's.

We arrived at the Heathrow airport and checked in. I had lunch at Giraffe with Juan, Ashley, and Jen S. and it was good. Plus it was nice because by the time we got to our gate we only had to wait about 30 minutes before boarding the plane. I didn’t get to sit by anyone I know, I was in the middle of the middle section between two couples. The people on my right were from Cambridge and they were nice. But I still was stuck in my seat for most of the long flight. The one time I went to the bathroom, there was a crowd of Fresno people over there so we hung out and talked for a little while.

The flight was just over 10 hours and felt like forever, but we finally landed safely in San Francisco. We breezed through immigration and customs and all of our bags made it there with us. Dad and Mom met me at the airport and it was so exciting to see them. Then it was time for one last goodbye to Juan and Ashley before starting the drive home.

The drive was long too, but we talked almost the whole time, so I was able to stay awake until we arrived at home about 10:00pm. Isaac was the only one still up, so I got to say hello to him before crashing in my wonderfully comfortable and inviting bed. It was good to be home.