When I got back to the states, I was very tired.  I had been awake for 22 hours with only an hour-long nap on the plane, and it was about 8:30 pm in Portland.  My parents took me back to the hotel, and I fell asleep almost instantly. Unfortunately, my sleep was short-lived, and I woke up at 3:00 in the morning.  I couldn’t even go back to sleep because my body thought that it was the middle of the day.  Not amusing, jet lag, not amusing in the slightest.  I was hit with it very hard this trip (unlike my trip over to London), and it took about a week and a half for my body to get on the right time.

This arrival was very different from my arrival in London.  I had slept for a good three hours or so on the plane ride there, and when we arrived at roughly 10:30 in the morning was not sleepy at all.  I suppose it was all the adrenaline.  While I was excited to return home and see everyone, I did not have the same push behind me that was there for my arrival in London.

I do miss London.  There were so many things I didn’t get to do.  And now that I’m home, I keep finding things (interesting articles, things mentioned in books, etc.) that I wish I had known about before I went to London because I certainly would have visited them if I had known of their existence.  On my third day back, I sat down with a list of places in England and a map, and I planned out my next trip.

I would love to go back to Bath! I could spend so much time there!