Leaving London Town

Depositphotos_17507519_xs (2)Jackets zipped, scarves wrapped, and pack buckles clicked into place. Our room with the pink walls and green carpet was no longer scattered with the debris of five travelers. It was neat and tidy and looked like the day we arrived.

“Where are we going next, Dad?”

“Cadbury or Halifax. . . someplace like that. . . wherever Stonehenge is. Mom will know. She’ll be back from from checking out any minute now.”

Saved by the bell, she walked in, wearing a big grin no less. “I made reservations here for the end of the trip!” She tucked a slip of paper into her pack. We all smiled. This place was special and had started to feel like home. It was nice to know we’d return.

“Will we get this room?” Chris asked.

“Hope so.”

We filed out to the hall and I pulled the door shut.

“Breathe.” Alex said, closing his eyes and flaring his nostrils. We all followed suit, taking in the soapy, minty aroma of the lobby. “I’m going to remember that smell when we come back” he said.

Out on the sidewalk, I looked around at the stone buildings, paned windows, and red double-decked busses. After five days here, London had really grown on me. I was going to miss this city – hustle and bustle, yet proper and tidy. I felt sad leaving. I hoped all the cities we’d be visiting would have this affect on me.

As we passed the old church, I remembered our first day. It seemed so long ago now. Everything seemed overwhelming. Now it felt familiar, like we’d been here for ages. I took one last look at the towering steeple holding constant against the clouds moving across the grey sky. The next time I’d see it would be summer. Will it feel the same? My family and I will see so many places, meet so many people, and experience so much before our feet will walk these sidewalks again.

Will I be the same?

NEXT: Meeting Mrs. M

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