I have been home for a week to the day now and am feeling great. I will not say how awesome my trip was again but it was pretty damned great. After Oxford kicked me out at a solid 5:30am on Friday the 13th, London accepted me. The 9-hour bus ride to Bonnie ol’ Scotland was not the best and its sulkiness had nothing to do with the tight space, next door toilet, or heifer behind me kicking my seat or they had everything to do with it, the jury is still out on that account. However, it was negated by my newfound retirement home: Scotland. Seriously, I haven’t done a great deal of international travel but I have seen some places and that is by far the most aesthetically pleasing. The rolling hills, old meeting new, beautiful people and many other aspects of the place are absolutely tantalizing.

Once I got there I was once again, greeted by some of my very best friends from LDBC. They were wonderful and the most hospitable people available which made my experience all the better. I like to see the ‘real’ side of a place when I visit and not only the touristy spots and they made that happen. It is amazing because we haven’t seen each other in a year or so and when Laurence, Kerry, Christie, Lauren and myself got together, we picked up from where we left off. They are wonderful people with beautiful and kind spirits that further lets me know how blessed I am.

I departed for the airport without much concern for weight restrictions and the likes which caused me to rock the hobo-chic look. I think I pulled it off well, the multiple layers, shorts on the outside of sweats, and color coordination- PERFECT! 8 hours later and I’m back in the good ol’ U S of A. The foolish mistake that I make and am still paying for is the fact that I decided to go to work the very next day. Jetlag is kicking my ass which is why I am up at 5:50am writing a blog post.

I am glad to have returned safely and more aware. The differences between either country are noticable and make me more aware and internationally conscious. I look forward to travelling to other places because it will further give me a sense of where I live and how it is percieved by others.