The past few days have been really difficult.... and the next few won't be any better. I've never been very good at saying goodbye, but saying goodbye to my friends here has been one of the most heartbreaking experiences of my life. The only thing getting me through is the thought that I'll hopefully be back in a year..... and that I can skype people.
My boxes have just been taken away, I'm taking down decorations in my room, packing up my last suitcase, and crying intermittently.
Good news: I just went on Virgin Atlantic's website and they have some great movies and TV shows for me to watch to distract me from the fact that I'm 30,000 feet in the air in a metal tube with wings on it. Ten hours.... god that's a long time.... that's about five movies, right? I think I can handle that. Up in the Air, Crazy Heart, Date Night, The Damned United, and maybe some Arrested Development, 30 Rock, and Gavin and Stacey, an English TV show that I have just been introduced to (and which might make me cry if I watch it leaving England).
I feel so bad for whoever will be sitting next to me.... not only because of the usual sweating, shaking and occasional vomiting, but add crying hysterically to that and they might have to throw me off the plane.
I'm off to London tomorrow.... staying with Clare and hopefully catching some theater before I go. A few days in London is a good way to end the year.
One more blog post to come... sorry for the depressing nature of this one.... but the next one probably won't be any happier.
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