Delayed

My flight to San Francisco is delayed for 3 hours---London doesn't want me to go!--so I'm sitting in the Heathrow terminal forced to reminisce on my time abroad. The last few days were a hodge podge of last minute roamings, souvenir searches, and--for me-- a race to finish a farewell London video. Saying goodbye ended up being somewhat of a whole body experience. Feeling shaky, anxious, overwhelmed, sad, happy, nostalgic, empty and full. I managed to avoid becoming a complete waterworks show, only shedding a couple of tears later in the night after watching the boys walk our the door of our flat. I'm running on very little sleep and this airport is hardly conducive to insightful blog entries, so I will try to write a true farewell-to-London entry once I am home.

home.

wow.