After waiting at London Heathrow airport, being detained in a small room by airport security for trying to bring food items as a carry on, and then sitting through a 7 hour flight of which I sat in between two men; to my left, a thirty-something gentleman who decided to rest on my shoulder- for the entirety of the trip, and to my right, a fifty-something man who preached to me about organic foods while slinging back one vodka tonic after another. It is safe to say that I have never wanted to be home in my own bed so much as I did that whole journey. After the car and boat ride was over, I had made it home. Now was the task of fighting jet lag, for I had only one day until Christmas! (Yes, this post has been delayed that long). We decorated the tree and I sampled the Christmas cookies. It was a strange feeling going from being with so many people everyday in London, to just being with my family at home. Much quieter, and my body was beginning to remember what sleep was like. Though I couldn't handle the cold weather as well as others could, I tried my best to take a couple of nature walks for the short time I was at home. The ocean is the most calming sound in the world to me, so anywhere I can be near to it is a beautiful place. Now back in Boston, I can't take walks down to the ocean, but I have heard people say that if you close your eyes and listen to the cars whipping by on the highway, it sounds like the ocean. Whoever said this has never heard the actual, magical sound of the water to their ears.
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