Today was "Pancake Day", the day before Ash Wednesday. I ate many pancakes, along with cake and strawberries. In fact, pretty much everything that I did involved eating or drinking of some kind. And I'm pretty sure my stomach has expanded at least four inches from today alone.
Tonight Becca kindly volunteered her house as a meeting place for everyone. Most of the people there were the people that I've spent the most time with, the people that I feel closest to. We were sitting around talking and eating pancakes, and I realized that this is "it", this is what I've wanted for so long. I was so happy.
Which made it none easier to leave. I called mom on the phone after I left and just sobbed. I can't explain how much I love these people. How badly I want to stay.
And yet it feels ok. In my sadness there is also hope and peace. That's how I know I'm doing the right thing.
As of now, the packing is (mostly) done and the tears have (mostly) been cried. I'm in a kind of numb stage, where I can't really feel anything. That'll change tomorrow when I get up, and will most definitely feel very, very tired.
On the plus side, it will be nice to get back to my house, my mom, my dog, my friends. I'll be home again, as opposed to living out of a suitcase.
And so, to all you British reading this - thank you for a great time. You are all amazing, and I will see you soon.
posted by Lisa @ 3:45 PM
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