Three more get-ups
And by get-ups, I don't mean outfits or costumes. I mean mornings - as in when I awaken in the morning, I get up. After three more get-ups, I am heading home. Emotionally I am beyond ready to go home. I've enjoyed my time here and I love being around the family. I will miss England. But my home I keenly miss Steve, so I am very happy to be going home.
Of course, now that I'm down to my last few days, I am very aware of the number of things I wanted to do, but didn't. The biggie is the Preston church tour. There are many churches here dating back to the 18th and 19th centuries. I wanted to finally go see them, inside and out. Especially St. Walburge's. But I will not have time. I need to hit the Lancashire Records Office one more time, because I thought of some more info to look for. So I need a day for that, which leaves me Tuesday for packing and saying good-bye to the family.
Jackie and Nick told me that the interior of St. Wilfrid's (the church I stumbled upon in that alley and in which I didn't feel comfortable going) cannot be missed. I should have enough time to duck in there when I'm done at the LRO. So at least one Preston church will get my attention this trip. I'll just have to visit them next year when Steve and I return.
Another thing I may not be doing is having a final Indian meal. Indian food here in England is very different that in America and I much prefer to what I can get back home. I've only had a few Indian meals since I've been here and really wanted one more for the road, but I don't know if I'll be able to.
I also wanted to get to the Lamb and Packet one last time. It's the pub where Steve's sister-in-law works on the weekends. It's not that I love the pub or anything - though it is nice and I do like people watching there. I wanted to see if I could convince the owner or manager to sell me one of their Foster pint glasses, so I could take it home to Steve. Steve doesn't like Fosters, but the glass is really cool. And Steve has taken to collecting English pub glasses, so it would have been a nice addition.
It's kind of funny. When I arrived here nearly ten weeks ago, I had a long To Do list and thought I had plenty of time to get to every section. Now that I'm gearing up for the trip home, I see ten weeks simply wasn't enough. But that's how it always is, isn't it? You never quite have enough time to get everything done. It's a regrettable state of affairs.
But then, after three more get-ups (and over half a day of travel) I will be back in Steve's arms with nary a thought for any regrets.
Of course, now that I'm down to my last few days, I am very aware of the number of things I wanted to do, but didn't. The biggie is the Preston church tour. There are many churches here dating back to the 18th and 19th centuries. I wanted to finally go see them, inside and out. Especially St. Walburge's. But I will not have time. I need to hit the Lancashire Records Office one more time, because I thought of some more info to look for. So I need a day for that, which leaves me Tuesday for packing and saying good-bye to the family.
Jackie and Nick told me that the interior of St. Wilfrid's (the church I stumbled upon in that alley and in which I didn't feel comfortable going) cannot be missed. I should have enough time to duck in there when I'm done at the LRO. So at least one Preston church will get my attention this trip. I'll just have to visit them next year when Steve and I return.
Another thing I may not be doing is having a final Indian meal. Indian food here in England is very different that in America and I much prefer to what I can get back home. I've only had a few Indian meals since I've been here and really wanted one more for the road, but I don't know if I'll be able to.
I also wanted to get to the Lamb and Packet one last time. It's the pub where Steve's sister-in-law works on the weekends. It's not that I love the pub or anything - though it is nice and I do like people watching there. I wanted to see if I could convince the owner or manager to sell me one of their Foster pint glasses, so I could take it home to Steve. Steve doesn't like Fosters, but the glass is really cool. And Steve has taken to collecting English pub glasses, so it would have been a nice addition.
It's kind of funny. When I arrived here nearly ten weeks ago, I had a long To Do list and thought I had plenty of time to get to every section. Now that I'm gearing up for the trip home, I see ten weeks simply wasn't enough. But that's how it always is, isn't it? You never quite have enough time to get everything done. It's a regrettable state of affairs.
But then, after three more get-ups (and over half a day of travel) I will be back in Steve's arms with nary a thought for any regrets.
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