... Or a day of goodbyes
Well, see you soon may be more accurate.
Today well all started making out separate ways to our homes. It started at 5:00 with my fellow brit heading off to Charlotte NC, before she gets home. My other friends started making their ways make to New Jersey and Nashville ... And me, two backpacks lashed together (the joy of learning rope bondage), heading downtown for the final time before I hit O'Hare
Like the person I am, of course I can't be arsed to wait for a taxi, so I'm doing this by public transport... More fool me. But that's the joy of life
As I type this in no mans land waiting for BMI to initiate boarding, I now have time to reflect what has happened. Perhaps by writing down my thoughts, its helped me work out in my head what has happened, why its happened, and where next. I think it will occupy a good few days or so. But it's positive. And that is no bad thing I think. Suffice to say I think I'm stronger now, plus even for a short time, I cared for someone... And she cared for me.
Perhaps that's the greatest souvenir I can take with me.
No pictures as I'm at O'Hare.
See you on the flip side....
Weblog update: Tuesday 17th October
Posted from the home network at about 13:00 BST
Well… 7000 mile round trip. Many hours on coaches. Many hours on planes. Many hours insulting the sonia’s on local Pace buses and the El. Many hours chatting to people.
The plane journey back was excellent – besides having two seats to myself – the staff at BMI are pretty darn good. If I go back next year – I’m using them again. I’m not going to talk about the coach journey back to brum– draw your own conclusions from that.
As I come into the flat, apart from dealing with the stack of post, switching everything back on, and wondering what I need to pick up in Tesco or Asda (depending which on I feel like in an hour), I start to unpack and think.
Pictures from my final day and from the air will appear today or tomorrow – I need to rest and marshal (for lack of a better term) my thoughts… and myself.. so if I come in smiling, but not totally there… please understand that as I flew over Michigan, I blew a kiss out towards where the person who marked my heart was.
I hope she caught it. And before you ask, no I didn’t get a picture of her – but the emotions paint a better picture than images.
At least I have time to recover partially before facing the joy of work.
The future of this weblog… well, to be honest, I don’t know. Part of me says let it die, some of me says keep it open. I’ll guess I’ll decide in a few weeks time. Suffice to say the following:
Wednesday: Day 8 images
Thursday: Best of (1)
Friday Best of (2)
Saturday – god knows.
Sunday – Sleep!
Monday – Photography at the hovel.. you must be joking…