Last Post

This post, for all intents and purposes, is going to be my last from London. Tonight is our school's farewell party (raging on from 5:30 to 7:30...I hope I can stay up), and then the place is closed for the weekend, meaning no free internet unless I want to smell like mcShit and sit in McDonalds to use it, and then we pack up and jet out of here on Monday morn.

What a long, strange journey it's been! *you can't see me but I'm wearing a cheesy, condescending smile*

In all seriousness it's been a really good experience for me, and I'm quite interested to see how I come out of it when I'm placed back into real situations that I'm familiar with. It's way too early to tell what I'm going to get out of having been in London for four months, but I'm hoping it's something, because it's so goddamn expensive (thanks to the 'rents, I promise that someday when I'm a billionaire you will get your own seaside mansion and will be set for life).

But as it stands now, I'm looking forward to coming home. I still think of it as home even though I haven't quite lived there in a while. It's a good feeling to know that you're still wanted there, still have a place to sleep and people who care about you, even if at the same time you're itching to break away and start your own life (and by "you" I mean "me"). This is part of a phase that just about everyone has to go through, the awkward transition years (take 2, since I already went through puberty, which was bad enough), but instead of being depressed about it and feeling dreadfully alone, which is absurd, methinks I shall embrace this youthful progression into early adulthood. See how mature I am? See Mom? Look. You're not even looking.

Anyway, there'll be ample time to reflect during the two 6-8 hour plane rides home, and these last few days are exclusively for packing, partying, and saying goodbye. So I'll be boogyin' down til the break of...7:30 tonight, and then it's on to the rest of my life, which, so far, looks pretty good.

Peace,

Adam