I am home!
Leaving London with so much still unseen was a sad occasion, but I have never been so happy to be home again after a trip abroad. Pathetic as it may be, I would rather be bored in Harrisburg with Matt than living it up in London without him.
There is much to tell once I get over jetlag and sleep deprivation, which may or may not be one and the same. I will fill in some dates between this entry and the last one in the next 72 hours or so, and post many, many pictures. In the meantime, besides a serious lack of serotonin, I am dealing with a backlog of work and e-mails, a mound of laundry and housekeeping, and the fact that the city in which Matt and I fell in love looks like Dawn of the fucking Dead.