I cannot walk on the right side. I’m ruined.
P.S. I just gained so many hours. 1:49a turned to 8:56p. Now I can pretend I didn’t spend my entire night on a plane.
I have the simplest tastes. I am always satisfied with the best.– Oscar Wilde
I’m feeling incredibly blessed as I lay atop choo-choo train sheets on a comfy couch. Long, long, day. G’night!
Last post from my room here in Summertown//Oxford//England//Europe. I’ll catch up on the past two days while I wait in the airport, you’ll love ‘em. Hint: Pimms and croquet are definitely involved.
Loads of lasts. Last long walk home — one hour and twenty minutes — not going to miss that. Last shower. Last night to sleep in this king-size bed. Last dreams IN Oxford now that my dreams OF Oxford came true.
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