For the past two weeks I’ve put miles of wear and tear on my really crappy walking shoes; I’ve seen the sights of the United Kingdom—from the rural farms to the bustling city; and on my walk back to the hostel tonight it started to rain, which was the first precipitation I’ve experienced since I arrived. Personally, I saw it as a very fitting British send off.
Sorry, but I don’t have any photos to show you this time around. Actually, that’s kind of a lie. I have tons of pictures on my camera waiting to be uploaded, but my camera is in my room and my room is 100 steps above me…and I’m lazy.
I have to admit, being away from reality for two weeks has been fantastic. There’s been extremely little thought about wedding planning (it’s happening in just a little over five months) running through my head, and I haven’t thought about moving (in less than a month) or work. So despite how exhausted I’ve been and how much my body physically aches at night, having two weeks to read books and visit one of my favorite places has been really nice.
During my bus tour today they shared this quote:
In order to catch my plane I have to wake up ridiculously early and take all sorts of different transportation to get to the airport, then I’ll probably sit around for a few hours. I’m the type of person who would rather show up really early and wait around than rush and be stressed.
To be honest, right now I’m not all that excited to continue blogging about the wedding. It takes a lot of energy to explain specific ideas and details without giving too much away. And what is it all for? Just one day. One day. It kind of boggles my mind that all this planning and effort goes toward something that only lasts a few hours. Eh. I say all this now (mostly because I’m tired and I’ve had a complete break from reading wedding blogs and thinking about my own wedding), but I’ll probably get right back into the swing of things once I get back home.
Ah. Home. Thirty-four hours till I’m home.