So now I’m home. In my own bed, alone in my room.
It’s nice to have a bed that I know is clean and to have a room I don’t need to share with 7 other people. What’s most nice is the fact that my room isn’t 27 celsius. Which means I can breathe and sleep without sweating.
I do miss London. I really like it there. My last day was spent mostly walking around in Camden Town, walking around for an hour in Waterstones and then sitting at Starbucks for another hour. I had about 5 hours to kill after checking out from my hostel, before I needed to get to the airport. I was quite bored to be honest, but I tried to at least be thankful that I had some extra time in London.
My flight was delayed with about one hour, which really sucked but does it really matter in the end? No, not really. I’m home now, and I think that is all that matters.
I slept for half the flight, and the other half I was sad that I was leaving London. When we we’re about to land and I saw Sweden, that’s when I was glad to be going home. I think it’s easy to forget that you really do love where you live (if you do) when you’re away for a bit. But I really do love Stockholm. So I’m glad to be back.
I got picked up at the airport by my mom and my grandparents. Which was so nice. So thank you to them.
Now it’s time to sleep and it’s going to be so nice.