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This post is going to be horribly written, despite the fact that the past week has absolutely been incredibly amazing - and a nice vacation from the reality that I have a nearly-impossible workload ahead of me in the next five days...
As most people know, whether from my bringing it up every 10 seconds in conversation or through various facebook statuses, Chris visited for the past 10 days or so... While the week saw him in bed sick for the first two or three days, my working shifts until 8pm at my internship and horrible, horrible weather... as always, I had an incredible time and cried when saying goodbye at the airport (thankfully, I was anxious over the fact that I was over half an hour late for class, otherwise I would've made a huge scene, as usual hahaa)
I had dreams of us getting fabulous pictures together at Big Ben, the Monument, Tower Bridge, etc. and none of that happened. In fact, dare I point out, I think we literally got one picture together - and even that was sort of a fail because we asked for a picture in front of St. Paul's and the tourist who took it failed to get any of St. Paul's Cathedral in the background.
It makes me feel terrible to think we missed out on enjoying London itself together, but then I realize it doesn't necessarily matter. There were hilarious moments, like freaking out in the Earls Court hostel because we were CONVINCED a murderer was in the building... watching A Muppet Christmas Carol together... and all of the incredibly delicious dinners - not to mention sneaking into and out of my building a dozen times.
It might not have been what I had in mind in the sense that I wanted so badly to show all of London to Chris myself, but sometimes things don't work out as scheduled... and sometimes, that's just fine with me.
Nevertheless, when we hopped on the 9-hour overnight bus to Scotland, I had very high expectations - and yet the entire trip exceeded them. We did a walking tour first thing in the morning after having coffee and hot chocolate with Justin at Cafe Nero on Princes Street... and despite the cold, POURING rain throughout the 3 1/2 hour tour, I'm pretty sure all three of us had an amazing time. And that night, we embarked on a pub crawl, which was absolutely hilarious - despite the fact the Mexican food + alcohol didn't fair too well with Justin. The next day brought beautiful sunshine and an incredible amount of pictures that will never do the day justice...
But, I think the highlight of my whole trip was when the three of us sat together in a pub for a good three hours and reminisced... about our trip, about our semesters abroad, about Christmastime, and about how despite our distances, despite the turn of events over the past couple years and despite where we may find ourselves in the future, we always seem to find ourselves back together. That in and of itself made the entire 10 days memorable... And with a toast, we vowed to future excursions which - without a doubt - I look forward to.
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As miserable as Chris probably was on the National Express bus back to London, I don't think I could stop smiling.. and it absolutely crushed me (as usual) to see him leave today. And that? That had nothing to do with London, and that's totally okay.
Nevertheless, the only good thing Chris leaving symbolizes is the main thing keeping me determined to get work done (although I haven't actually done anything yet) - and that is the fact that in less than two weeks I will be back home decorating the Christmas tree, sleeping in my own bed, eating my parents' cooking, visiting Peddler's Village, seeing A Christmas Carol in Princeton and... oh yes, Christmas Eve & Christmas Day with the family. I've love, love LOVED London, but I can't help but have a one-track mind... only 12 days until I'm home again at the best time of the year...
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