One More Week.

One week from today, I will be on a plane heading back to good old Kansas, where the sunsets will be mesmerizing and the weather will be warm. I'm excited for that.

However, I'm also sad to be leaving glorious England, with all it's lovely people with brilliant accents and ancient cities.


It's a bittersweet feeling. I hope this last week will be a fun one, last week certainly was after I finally finished my papers. We went out to Chili White Thursday night, and having gone to bed at sunrise I woke up at 7:30am and boarded a plane to Dublin for a weekend trip with some girlfriends.

We had a lot of fun in the Jameson Distillery, the Guinness Factory, and several museums. Friday night we saw the Temple Bar district, which reminded me a lot of the bars back in Lawrence. There was music but the atmosphere was relaxed...

Today I'm going to get some laundry done and maybe go on a walk to city centre. I need to sort everything out and decide what goes home and what stays here. Tonight I'm going to go to Liquid...one. last. time.

Done.

Last night we went to Liquid...there was a "Baywatch" party. Didn't see any swimsuits though. Leicester is a little too cold for that. We stayed out till about 3:30am, and when I got back I figured I might as well do some editing...who needs sleep anyways?

I loved the sound of the heavy thud as 32 pages of hard work dropped into the submission box at 10am this morning. I'm officially finished with spring term at the University of Leicester.

Wow that deadline got here fast.

845 words...a little over a 1000 left to go. And another 700 for my next paper... 45 hours till my deadline. I didn't sleep past 3am last night.

I'm afraid I've put my grumpy pants on today.

Can't believe I'm back in Kansas in 16 days.

Back in Leicester

My trip from Bakewell to Leicester was pretty smooth. No real problems to speak of...except as I approached Leicester I began to feel incredibly exhausted. I think all this traveling has worn me down...and made me homesick. I found myself thinking about the lake I always sit by near my parents house, and our family sitting down to dinner, and seeing all my old friends again. I looked down at my overwhelming suitcase full of stuff and wished I could unpack it for good this time.

When I got to Leicester, I took a cab to my hotel. Glenfield Lodge...I chose it because it was 'close' to city centre, but to my dismay, it was in a pretty unfamiliar part of town, and walking to campus proved to be a confusing 3 mile hike through the city.

The man that opened the door was a little abrupt, and wanted to know why I hadn't called 30 minutes ahead of time. I told him I had tried (twice) but the phone just kept on ringing, and that I had sent him an email with my arrival time a few weeks ago. He said "well that's okay I have a room for you anyways"...then he led me through some dark hallways, and up the staircase to a room that could have originally been a closet, and asked me to pay in advance. It was only £20 for one night, so I can't be legitimately disgrunted about this, but it isn't like the nice bed and breakfast places I've stayed in so far. There is no homey feeling to the dark peeling wallpaper or dank smell.


It's only one night though. Tomorrow I can go back to Digby, and it'll be nice to see everyone again. Today I am at the library determined to finish my papers...though I might be here till late in the evening.