Home again, home again, jiggidy jig.

After taking three planes(of course my seat was directly over the wing flying out of London, so what else is new?) and spending twelve hours in transit, I am finally home and recovering. It was raining cats and dogs here when I arrived, and there were huge bright rainbows arcing ove the entire city, which was beautiful. I pretended they were in celebration of my return.
So, so tired. I'm glad to be back in my own bed and to be seeing everyone I've missed(not at the same time, mind you), but I always feel a bit blue leaving places I've visited, especially when I liked them as much as I liked England. Hopefully I'll be back sooner rather than later. Still so much to see and do.