Am I allowed, on the blog of my magical, wonderful, lovely adventures, to post about the things I struggle with while I'm adventuring? I suppose so. It's my blog.
I've been planning and planning little trips for the semester, and I'm really excited about them. Most of them are day trips to places somewhat near Coventry, so I'll get to see quite a few great bits of England. The trouble is that I can't find people to come with me. It's not that I don't have friends. I do, and I absolutely love them. However, they're college students, and, even though I'm bargain hunting like crazy, they don't have the money to spend on these day trips. It's completely understandable. The only reason this college student is willing to spend the money is because, for me, these are once in a lifetime experiences.
I don't necessarily mind traveling by myself. I often enjoy exploring places on my own, but I also really enjoy sharing experiences with other people. It makes it harder knowing that any number of my family and friends back home would love to take these trips with me, and I would love to share it with them as well. Every time one of my friends here says “I wish I could, but I can't,” I get a little twinge of what must be the opposite of homesickness... wishing my family and friends were here with me.
In conclusion, to wrap it all up, in a nutshell, and any other “I'm ending this post” prepositional phrase,” I mean it when I say “wish you were here,” and, if any of you would like to hop on a plane to come adventuring with me on any given weekend, feel free.
Wish you were here,
Laura
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