I'm home. My body is so confused. It's still dark here (although will soon be light) and some part of my internal clock thinks it should be about 2 p.m. But I really want to go back to sleep.
I just went through and looked at all my pictures. I'll probably post them over several days...they are lovely, and somehow I'm in a little bit of denial that I can't just go out and see those people and places again.
The strangest part of coming home, of course, is that B has completely moved out of the apartment. It's so empty! I know once I get the rest of my stuff all distributed that it won't seem so much that way, but it is hard to be here now.
Keep checking here for more stories. I'm going to stretch out this London experience for as long as I can!