Going Home.

I've traveled a considerable amount in the short 17 years I've been on this planet, and I've gotten to visit places and see things that most people don't get the chance too, and I am very grateful for every opportunity I've been given. However I can honestly say that I have never been more excited about a trip my life than the fact that this time next month if all goes to plan, I will be back on English soil, with my childhood friends and family that I haven't seen in over 2 years, just the thought of it makes my tummy turn and I get a tingly feeling all over, like my skins itching with excitement. I can't wait to wake up at my best friends house with 3 of favorite people, and have a proper english breakfast and a cuppa tea with the BBC news playing on the TV. I know that doesn't sound overly thrilling to most people, but going home isn't about seeing all the crazy things (yes I'm looking forward to that too) but its about the little things that i can't do in America and treasuring time with the people around me. I can't wait to go to Scotland and see my family, and share a heartfelt hug with my Grandma and Gramps. I can't wait to eat a mars bar, and have some good ol fish and chips down the sea front looking out on to the isle of wight. I just can't wait, and the excitements getting a little too much...oops haha, and I get to show someone who's never left the country a whole new culture and life style and that to me seems like its going to be an adventure on its own. I get to show my country off and experience it through and outsiders eyes. So I'm counting down the days...I'll see you soon.