Fresh off the plane from Naples, my Italian adventure has come to an end. What an incredible journey it was! I couldn’t have dreamed up a better trip!
It was raining when we landed at Heathrow (surprise, surprise). The dreariness of it only heightened the feeling I was experiencing with being back and facing the inevitable: my departure from London.
It has been an amazing 10 months here in London. It only feels like yesterday I stepped off the plane to start this adventure, and yet here I am packing my life away in two suitcases to return home. It’s been a whirlwind of a year and I’m sad to leave this city and the friends I’ve made along the way.
Before the teary goodbyes though, we have a night of fun ahead of us! I am taking my parents and my bestest, Chloe, to see Singin’ in the Rain! Just the way Chloe and I had imagined seeing it all those months ago.
If you’re visiting London (which I highly recommend), go see a show! There are so, so many to choose from and I promise you will not be disappointed!! You can always find last minute deals on tickets in Leicester Square, although be prepared to wait. But I can assure you the wait is worth it. I bought my tickets direct from the theatre prior to leaving London for Italy. I wanted to pick out some good seats and avoid the disaster of my last theatre experience….
I had seen Singin’ in the Rain months ago with a friend (she bought them for my birthday). Our seats were high up in the theatre. You couldn’t see a lot of the stage. It was also stifling hot. And I mean it was like the bloody tropics up there. We were sweating so badly by the time the show ended, I just wanted to get home and shower. One lady, down a few rows and across the aisle, passed out from the heat. A few of the staff members came running in and carried her out of the theatre through a back exit. So when choosing your seats, choose wisely!!
Anyway, back to the story at hand….we had some great seats! We didn’t sit in the orchestra level, but up on the second level at the railing. The view was fantastic and (spoiler alert!) we got to watch as everyone else was splashed with water from the stage! The show was brilliant. It’s one of my favourite musicals and to watch it on stage was a dream come true.
Afterwards we took some photos in front of the theatre then made our way home. Along the way we stopped in at a diner and grabbed a bite to eat. We reminisced about my time spent in London. Chloe spent the night with us at the hotel. It was sort of like a slumber party. She helped me grab the rest of my things from the flat I lived in across the street from the hotel. None of my roommates were home, but we had already said our goodbyes. I left the keys in the flat, as the door locks on its own, and said goodbye to my Southampton Row home.
Teary eyed, Chloe and I head back to the hotel to start the hard part: packing. Good lord that was a task! Trying to pack after being a year away is damn hard. My parents brought an extra suitcase and I’m grateful they did. We used every inch of every suitcase we had to make everything fit! Whatever I couldn’t fit, I gave to Chloe.
It was an early morning. Time to say goodbye. Our taxi was out front and the driver was loading the bags into the car. I’ll never forget hugging my best friend for what would be the last time in a city we shared so many memories. I couldn’t fight back the tears and we both broke down. I felt like I was heaving, I was crying so hard. We finally broke away from our hug and I got into the car. With my mum and dad on either side of me, they just put their arms around me and told me I would see her again, just you wait.
The rest of the trip home just seemed like a blur. It’s hard to put into words how one feels arriving home after being away for so long. You’re expected to just pick up where you left off. It’s as though things haven’t changed while you’re away. Everything is just the same, but you are not. I don’t know who else knows that feeling I’m talking about, but it’s a tough one to handle. I had to return to work the day after I landed in Canada. I don’t know if I was thankful for that or if I despised being told I had to, but it did keep my mind off of the emotional struggle I was going through, if only temporarily.
Adjusting to my life back home was hard. My parents live in a small town with not much going on. All my friends lived at least 2 hours from me. Instead of being able to walk out my front door to the pub or to meet friends at a museum, I had to drive at least 30 minutes to just about anything. It was a lifestyle I hadn’t been used to in the last year.
These feelings do go away eventually. You just make the best of what you’re going through, where you are and who you’re with. In time, things will work themselves out and those difficult feelings will fade away. They did for me, although some days they creep back in. I just keep looking towards the future. I made plans with friends, or planned my next adventure. Either way, I survived my move home!
So despite that year of my life having come to an end, my adventures in life continue. My travels didn’t stop there, although traveling from Canada to anywhere is bloody expensive. It hasn’t stopped me!
Stay tuned….if you wish….as my reunion with Chloe in Australia pans out, and an epic holiday trip to Europe (this Christmas) is planned.
More stories and photos to come 🙂