Interlude

I'm hooome!

Actually, that's a complete lie. I'm about as far from home as one can get - sitting in the Philly airport next to tats girl, feeling tired and greasy, and out of bottled water and eye drops. I don't understand why planes dry one out so much. I think I've developed ten hangnails. Also, I'm writing this in the actual blog composer thing and not in a word document. Shocking.

So, yes! Very unsure about this whole home thing - I'm looking forward to seeing the family and friends and eating my favorite foods, but...I don't know. Maybe tats girl with her weird snack mix is making me negative. And I feel like I've left a lot of unfinished business in Oxford. Such as: making a groundbreaking discovery in a research lab, learning to play the guitar, etc. I guess I'll be back in the UK before I know it.

Um. Well, I keep getting drawn into these journal-like entries, even though I am fighting it tooth and claw. I'll just give the highlights of the last few days.

Finished essays, amaaazing. Met with Fiona, less amazing. But could have been worse.
Packed my entire room into two suitcases and two small overhead lockers, fell off a wheelie chair and scraped my face on the wall.
Said awkward goodbyes to the entire campus (Kalpana, Katie, John, Owen, etc., etc.).
Chilled out with Anya, ate Russian foods, and compared stereotypes of the British.
Fed ducks.
Witnessed Anya the avenging angel verbally abuse the taxi company into taking us to the bus station.
Ate breakfast with Dave at Carluccio's mmm.
Got (ironically) profiled and searched as a terrorist by a man in a turban. Just saying.
Almost got my own three-seat bench in coach, but then got put next to fat man and screaming baby.

Oh hey! Update from our captain: two hour delay because 1) an overhead bin is broken, and 2) there is a "maintenance problem" eww? Welcome back, me...