Yep, I’m home.
Was suppose to be back on Friday, but I missed my flight back due to the massive jam on M25. I was so traumatised! For the 5 months in UK, I’ve never missed a bus, a train or budget plane… and just then, on my last day in UK, I missed my flight back home.
Because I missed my flight back home, I realised the friends I made in Lufbra are truly friends I can count on– from phone calls, to sms-es to accompany me through while I was waiting for the next available flight.
I’m glad to be home.
At home, at last.
