I'm sad as ever. I've called this place home for 4 months now. I've met the most amazing people I never thought I would call friends, I've learned valuable lessons (professionally and personally), I've traveled and expanded my territory and now I'm just sitting here.. waiting to go and leaving it all behind. I hate it. I was missing home so badly towards the end that I over looked the value of what was my current situation. I was abroad, being treated so kindly, and i was offered a home, an alternative lifestyle and an opportunity to spread love around the world and I selfishly overlooked it and waited form my chance to go home. You never realize what you've got until it's gone. And now that I am watching it slip out of my hands, my heart is so heavy. If I could've done the last few weeks over- I would've cherished them so much more. I will miss the new family I've made since I've been abroad. I don't want them to become distant memories and I don't want them to forget me. I don't want just to be that American girl that becomes a story for their grandkids. I want to be with them all the time. I want to grow with them, Learn with them and travel with them. England has been so amazing to me and I know that when I reenact the stories for my family/friends back in the states-- it won't begin to cover the journey i've lived. The stories won't compare to living them outloud. I'll try my best to make them all understand how much I loved this country, but only the ones who've made a space in my heart with truly understand my journey. England, please don't forget me. Thank you for everything, thank you for this experience. You are loved, you are cherished. 

I can actually feel my heart being ripped away from this place. An agonizing pain, it is.