I had a great last week in England. One of the best of my entire trip. My goodbye party was a great sucess with about 14 people for the meal (more wanted to come but couldn't for one reason or another) and 3 or 4 more joining us for drinks after.
My last night in England was spent with Chris. Pretty much the exact way we started out.
As I flew into Vancouver I couldn't help but notice how completely different the city looks compared with Manchester. I guess it's only appropriate, as I have a feeling that much is going to be different in my life from here on out.
And how do I feel now? Completely rubbish. I hesitate to say homesick, because technically I am home, but it's the equivilent of that. It's worse than when I left, because at least in England everything was new and exciting. Here, nothing has changed.
I suppose I should take comfort in that fact. Everything is the same, and with familiarity we find comfort, no? However I've been gone so long that it doesn't feel familliar anymore. All the people that I've come to love so much and consider a part of my everyday life are gone. They're on the other side of the Atlantic, eight hours in the future. To me, Vancouver doesn't feel normal.
I'm trying to occupy myself with things to do, but I don't know what. I feel like I want to do everything, but I also want to do nothing. I don't quite understand what I need to do to make myself feel better. Going into downtown Vancouver might help. Whenever I had nothing to do in Manchester I would hop on a bus into the city center and walk around. As much as I hate Market Street, I would love to be there right now.
I don't have an appitite, I'm feeling light headed, and I'm constantly close to tears. Only 2 out of 3 of my bags made it back to with me - the one with all my bathroom stuff (contacts, makeup, shampoo, etc.) was lost with the airline. Fantastic.
I want to go back. Manchester, I miss you.
posted by Lisa @ 1:03 PM
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