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Until One Day I Never Leave

by Avery

Until One Day I Never Leave

It was a sad day. I felt my little raincloud follow be about, reminding me I’ll have to return to the United States tomorrow. I’d gladly make a life over here.

It was a pretty relaxing day. I went to the aquarium to start it off. It was pretty small and uneventful. Not bad for 10 quid, but not great either. I was expecting a little more to be honest. I made it through in about an hour and took another trip to the beach to say goodbye. There was a lot of this lately. I walked, and watched, and sat, and skipped rocks. It was great.

Ate at a place called the Regency Restaurant. I figured I ought to have fish one last time, especially since I was by the sea, so I got their salmon and chips. It was good. Still not the most expensive on the trip, even though it was by far the fanciest. I didn’t leave a tip because I was fed up with having to wait 30 minutes for them to take my payment when the group in front of me kept getting helped immediately. So ya. Saved money. They seriously have an issue with bringing the bill here.

I then walked around the city, going a lot further away from the ocean than I had any of the other days. I found the pretty houses; the ones in the pictures that are all coloured different colours. This place is legitimately a rainbow. Had some gelato while I was wandering. Someone tell Savannah that.

Had the Burger Brothers’ competition, Brighton Burger, and it was rather meh. Definitely not better. Not bad though. At this point it was dark and I headed back for my room. Amanda was gone all night and this morning, so I had the house completely to myself. It was a really nice way to say goodbye, if there is a nice way. I had to make a late night run to the nearby Subway because I was really hungry; turns out they don’t have different cheeses here and the herb and cheese bread is reallllly herby, which is awesome.

I woke up early this morning to finish packing. Then I called for my very first Uber (the train station is like a half hour walk… I kept debating whether to walk or ride). The driver was pleasant, the experience was easy, it felt weird being on the wrong side of the road, and I was ultimately quite thankful I didn’t have to pack my bags all the way to the station. Plus it only cost me 5 quid. Totally worth it. I’ll definitely only be bringing my carry-on bag on future travels, mostly so Daniel can’t leave all the souvenirs with me.

The train ride was like a brief goodbye tour through the English countryside. It was gorgeous. I hated every moment of it.

Airport check in has been rapid and easy. I wasn’t able to get a refund on my Oyester card though. There’s nowhere to do it in Brighton and the booths at the airport wouldn’t give change back either. So if anyone is headed to London soon, let me know and you can take my Oyester card. It has like 4 pounds left on it. As I was standing in line at the checkin point I noticed how many more questions they were asking a girl from the UK. Here again, I don’t understand the USA. We are so unwelcoming and we inconvenience everyone as a result; ourselves included. Don’t have to take my shoes off in the UK. In the US we have one failed shoe bomb and now we have to take our shoes off at the airport. We pretend that we’re infiltrated by all of these foreign terrorists all the time when the real terror happens at the hands of our own people. One failed shoe bomb and we get change; thousands upon thousands upon thousands of lives lost to guns and we still cling to them like their more important than human life — as though they were good for anything but death/destruction!

I’ll stop. I’m eating Nando’s chicken right now. I wanted to try it every time I’ve seen it here, but I never got around to it. I was happy when I saw it here in the airport. Basically, the US has Chic-Fil-A and the UK has Nando’s. Nando’s >>>>>>> Chic-Fil-A.

I know I sound like a broken record and I also know that a lot of people are going to shake their head at me. After all, the USA is the best country ever! But I get so tired of how conceited we are. There is nothing that makes us any better than most of the rest of the world. And there are too many wonderful places and people for us to get so caught up in this arrogance that we fail to appreciate it all.

I’m going to miss England. I do not want to leave. I could go on and on listing all the various reasons for my admiring it, but none of it matters. I’m just going to miss it. In the last few days I’ve started to feel really comfortable here, as though it really were a home. I’ve been able to be myself so much more here and while yes, much of that is probably due simply to my being in a new place with new people, there’s no where I would rather experience this. So farewell England. I will be back some day and maybe one day I won’t ever leave. Cheers and God save the Queen. You’ve been wonderful.

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