Home Again

And so it ends. Or begins. I'm not quite sure. It's one of those liminal times when I'm just not sure what's coming, what's going, where I am, or where I'm going. But Andrew, you're going home. This much is true. Tomorrow morning I fly to Toronto, where my parents will meet me at the airport, and I'll return to Cambridge. I'm fully looking forward to spending the next three weeks back home with them. It's gonna be awesome. Having spent two weeks in London has been most incredible. I've run around to all of the touristy places, spent time in cafés, record shops, clothing boutiques, and trundled through Camden Town, Soho and countless other places. I spent one afternoon chatting with an 83 year-old War vet about how London has changed in the past decades, about his favourite places to go dance, and the best haunts in the city. Watching the people go by, I began to remember what I like about home. Patios to sit, sunshiny sky, girls in summer dresses strolling by. Home will be different. So much has happened in the past months, and I'm not sure what that means for my life back home. But home I go, as I now am, changed and altered, and yet just the same as before. With new experiences and new perspectives, I wonder how it all will change. I guess we find out tomorrow.