I was feeling very emotional on our last day in Canada, so much so that I cried on the plane ride home (before passing out for most of the seven hours...thank you, Gravol), and sleeping for nearly three days straight since we've been back (save the 11km run Steven coached me through the other day).
Jet lag? Homesickness? I'm not sure...but it feels far more final this time around. I guess that makes sense, right? I'm settled here now; going "home" means coming back to England, not going to the Great White North. This compounded with the fact that I'm on vacation for another two weeks or so means that I can actually enjoy the slow-paced life for a few more days while the world rotates on its axis.
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