Last night at dinner, Taylor looked up and with all the wonder of a child on Christmas morning said "You guys, can you believe we're in England?!"
Time doesn't really seem real here. Maybe because being in the place you've always wanted to visit will seem surreal anyway, but if I didn't have access to a calendar and if someone were to ask me how long I had been in England, I would swear it had been six months. That isn't to say I have been here six long, boring, drag-out months...I would have been here just enough time to consider calling Chester my "home", or at least a place that I feel so very comfortable in. Walking around, I feel as if I already know the streets by heart (although I feel very confident I could get lost in two minutes if I tried). I bump into people I know in the City Center, and the sun setting over the Welsh mountains seems like a normal thing to come home to.
In one week, I will have lived in England for a month and I already don't want to let it go.
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