the day i didn't want to come back to america
day twenty in london
We hit the road around 8 this morning to head back to London to catch our flight. We each went our separate ways once we got into the airport because we were all trying to wrap our heads around the fact that we were headed back to America and we each wanted to soak up our last hour or so individually. I grabbed lunch from Pret-A-Manger, a London coffee shop chain, and hung out until it was time to board the plane.
Boarding the plane was bittersweet. I was so ready to be back with my family (and Mexican food), but I was not ready to leave this place that I had just spent the past 2 weeks falling in love with. I spent the plane ride trying to stay awake so that I could try to get my body back on track, but exhaustion won. We left London and it was 45-50 degrees outside and we landed in Dallas to be welcomed by 95-degree weather. Needless to say, I was not appropriately dressed for the heat. Most of the group still had to make a connecting flight to OKC before they were home, but I grabbed my luggage and headed out only to be greeted by the sweetest boy who surprised me with my favorite flowers and lots of love. He had been scheming with my parents and it was the best surprise ever. We all went to have Mexican food (duh) and I passed out on the couch as soon as we sat down.