sometimes your best friends wave you off on adventures by ceremoniously sending wishing lanterns into the sky, all puffed up with wishes and positive vibes. You lift them with your fingers and watch them fly high until they start to twinkle (or nearly light the front tree and everything else in the world on fire), and then when it goes so high that it turns into a tiny lighted dot, you find it has reached a place where it might try and pull some strings for you. Or it just burns up. (following all of this, every BYU student and south campus resident decides to do the SAME THING!)
So, with such a mindset, you'd expect to prance off to London in a romantic and breathless way, untouched by the disorderly complications of real life.
Then you suffer the worst (first) anxiety attack of your life, and cry and blubber about all things irrational, and lose your luggage with all of your paints in it, and then lose your way because no one in all of London knows where 27 Palace Court is.
Anyway - after a lonely, five hour journey in the abyss of the crowded unknown (unknown to me), I finally reached the threshold of my staying place and just about cried when I saw Peter's face.
I did tear up a little when I reached my bed.
I'm ready though!!! I'm ready ready ready
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