#some summer

I fell asleep on the couch at school and didn't get to say goodbye to Viterbo, but I think it might be better this way.

How acceptable is it to listen to a whole medley of bad pop punk songs as I cry and drink this white wine alone?

T-Minus 26 hours I'm either crying or sleeping and it's really not ok.

On my way back to Rome to go back to Viterbo and no matter what I do I'm thinking about how I leave Europe the day after tomorrow and it's heartbreaking.

Boozy, on my last few minutes in London about Pamplona next year

27/7/16-1/8/16; London After being spoiled, stranded, and sad, I am finally leaving London. The Kane family reminded me why I'm going home but didn't make it all that much easier to accept with the museums, meals, and live music we partook in over the last few days. I also got to see my Spain family and cry to my California soul mate or walk along the canals of Islington and see a bunch of modern art. I saw London from so many different sides and views that I'm leaving with a sense of completeness, despite the recent drama. I'll be back, London, I promise.

1/8/16; Still in London Quick little shoutout to Sean for housing me and dealing with my panic stricken sleepless mind on such short notice. Like he says, posse people look out for each other, but I'm still monumentally thankful that he not only looked out for me but put up with me when I wasn't the easiest to put up with.