home

paris was amazing. beautiful & exciting.

but i sure am relieved to be back in an english-speaking country.
being in paris made me realize how much i appreciate london.

being in london made me realize how much i appreciate home.

& i mean my REAL HOME.

don't get me wrong, london will always be my 2nd home. it's everything i imagined & more. i feel like somehow london, it's culture, & the accents were created simply to fit my lifestyle (haha) if that's even possible.

you know when you go on a trip? somewhere far far away. you expect to go home right after the trip, right? well that's how i felt as the 4 day trip was coming to a close. for the first time since i've been abroad, i felt the pangs of homesickness. 

not that i haven't wished i was back in the states-- but i've kind of resisted the feelings of missing home, just because there's no point in being miserable wishing i was home while being in one of the largest & most amazing cities. & wishing i was back in london when i'm back in the states.

i might as well enjoy being where i am, while i'm in it. carpe diem, right?

but. 

england doesn't have thanksgiving. 

they drive on the left side of the road.

everything is expensive.

they don't get snow until february.

everyone i really cannot live without is not here.

in short. i'll allowing myself to miss home for 5 seconds.

cheers