on the threshold

in one month and two days i am walking out of london's door.

i keep having conversations with people about going home, and each is a little different.
some people cannot wait to go home, hoping the next month would fly by. they are more than ready to go back to school, their families, their friends, the familiar...
other people are dreading the day they get on the plane. they never want to leave london, their escape from reality. in their minds, who would want to end a four month vacation?

for me, this month is bittersweet. i will miss certain things about london...hanging out at the eagle, shopping in oxford circus, my classes being a piece of cake, the friends i've made, certain restaurants, topshop, british accents, the general need to dress up, the convenience of the underground...but i am absolutely so excited for certain things about home, too! i know that upon my return, i've got my family, my house, my friends from both school and home, my car, mexican food, the dollar, and countless other things i can say i've grown to appreciate since i've been gone, all waiting for me. but i know that just as i miss home when i talk to my home friends, i will miss london when i talk to my london friends. and i feel like i can now call london my home, too. my third home! how lucky is that?

they say when one door closes, another one opens...