It's almost time for me to grudgingly pack my bag and go back to Los Angeles. One the one hand, I'm looking forward to getting beach to my life. On the other hand, I really like being in the United Kingdom and spending time with the Brit BF. Everything has been exciting because it's all new to me. The Brit BF has been a wonderful host. I love spending time with him, getting to know him and his family. I loved every second of this two-week date, bumps and all. Today, we spent the afternoon at the Science and Industry Museum. Afterward, we walked around the city, got something to eat, and I did some souvenir shopping for the family. It was great, because I was time spent with my guy. That's all I want, just to spend time with him. I wish he could come back with me because I don't want to wait another two years. My wish is to come back soon or him come back to Los Angeles. If I make a return visit, I have some ideas of what to bring and what to do. Even mom noticed that I sound happy in my texts. I am happy. I am happy being away from the same old dull routine. I suppose if I touched down in the UK, I'd establish some sort of routine for myself. Eventually I'd learn my way around and figure out the coin money. I already got used to drying my hair in the bedroom (that was a Facebook conversation). It's just hypothetical. Anyway, I already got reminders of home: a library hold notice and mom wanting it know what I wanted for dinner Friday evening. So I guess I have to reluctantly pack my bags and go n
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