Dec 16 2008
in which I come home
Wow, that was…an incredibly long journey. Felt like longer and more tiring than my Anchorage-Istanbul trip or Anchorage-Norwich, even though I think both of those were a longer period of hours. See, the problem was that I was behind on all my coursework, so in the days leading up to leaving for home, I think my longest night of sleep was 7 hours, and that was Friday night; night before that I had six, and then five, and then three. I stayed up late a lot doing homework, yeah. And then I got five hours the night before I flew out from Gatwick because it took so very long to get to my b&b.
I got in Sunday night at midnight, though, and I was about falling asleep standing up at that point, and then of course it took half of forever to get my bags back, and then I had to finish my last paper and send it in because I’d had no internet up until then. So I got to bed aroud 3 a.m. And then I didn’t wake up until 5 p.m., and I was up for six hours before I was dizzy-tired enough to go back to bed. Today I got up at 9 a.m., although I haven’t done much today but whatever.
Anyway, the point is, I’m done traveling, but I’m not done writing. This is still a travel blog even if I’m not living overseas. I have lots of things from England etc. I never talked about, and when I run out of that, I have plenty to natter on about from my various earlier travels. And failing that? Well, I live in Alaska. I’m sure I’ll keep coming up with something.
Glad to hear you will keep writing!