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.
welcome back babe. Meet up soon!
welcome back jasss!
Good to hear that you are home and safe
wow that was scary. its like of all days for something to go wrong, it had to be the last day! at least you have managed to get home safe – just a little later.
and i agree that its good to be home(: