After getting off of the plane from Nice- i was immediately shocked by the cold of England. Oh boy- back to this cold stuff again... and then I realized... I'm not in Cleveland- I'm still in Europe!!!!
On the bus shuttle back to the terminal I spoke to a french woman who had been on the plane with me- Whilst conversing in french i told her I could understand french better than I can speak it. She said I was actually quite accurate... this maade me happy
As I began to board the coach to bring me back into London I was greeted by a happy go lucky, terminal worker who helped me with my luggage. I handed my bag to him and said
"Cheers, mate." I felt English right at that moment. I felt like this was my home.
I was home, I am home.
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