the feeling of betrayal is a funny feeling sometimes. I don't think I like it. at all.
Andy and I are leaving tomorrow. I'm not quite excited yet. I won't be when we get to the airport. I won't be when we get on the plane. I won't be when we land. but then my heart will start pounding in customs. and then I won't be able to stop smiling when the London air hits us.
I love waiting till the last minute to get everything ready. which is what we are doing. literally, everything. ;)
that's all I have. until then. there are no smiles.
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