Change is inevitable, right?

So I have been back in the States for exactly two weeks today.
And the entire time I've had it shoved down my throat how hard it is going to be to come back. How different things are/are going to be. How much I and other people have changed.

At the moment I feel like I am in some sort of strange limbo--nothing really has changed at home. So all of those warnings just seem stupid and like they don't apply to me.
But in three days (!!!) I return to Tacoma and pick back up on my real life. And I know things have changed there. I know people have changed. I know I have changed. But since it's not staring me in the face at the moment, I don't want to acknowledge it.

To be honest, I am terrified to return to school. I left UPS with firm sense of identity there. I knew where I belonged, who my friends were and what I did. And while in London, the first few weeks all I could think about was getting back to that life that I knew and felt so comfortable in. But slowly, London became my life. And now going back to UPS is scaring the shite outa me and all I can think of is returning to London and what became my life there. I saw the same 14 girls (plus matthew) everyday and its weird to be on my own again. Not to mention no longer sharing a room with Meg.

I guess I just don't know wethere I am scared about not fitting back into my life, or too easily slipping back in. Things did change while I was abroad. And I really like the majority of those changes, especially the ones in myself. I don't want to lose that by going back to who I was, as comfortable as that might have been.

Guess we'll just have to wait and see, huh? 3 days and counting....

And so it ends...

I am currently sitting in the guest bedroom of my grandmother's house in Trondheim where I will be spending the next two weeks before a last night in London on my way into Seattle.
Still hard to believe I am even here. Time in London went so fast. The last 72 hours were an amazing mixture of stress (ew, finals), drinks (yay, finals are done!) and sad goodbyes to amazing people (why can't you all go to UPS?!?)
Here are some of the highlights of our goodbye party at the Rugby, nights out at the Fat Controller (our pub in Harrow) and a last dance party:















I still haven't really had time to process it all. My time in London is over. Holy crap. And i have no doubt that these next two weeks in Norway will go just as fast as the last three months did. I am still sad to be missing Christmas with my family and friends, but I am already in love with Trondheim- its just so pretty here! (not that it holds a candle to my beautiful London-I shall return!!)

More as my Norwegian adventures continue. Love and miss you all