The Trip is Over

I'm back in Burlington. 2 days of travel is more than enough for me, and I don't know how I'll survive the travel involved with going to Africa.

I woke up after my "nap" at around 9am yesterday and felt a little better about Serge leaving. By 1pm I felt almost 100% better, and by the time I arrived at the airport (5 hours early) the adventure of travel made me feel just fine. On the bus ride back to Burlington, I sat next to a girl who was from Kennebunk, Maine, where Peter lives, and is in the same year as me. She told me she was exhausted from a concert last night. I asked her which one, and she replied, "Coldplay." I cringed. I smiled and said "Oh I'm so jealous!" and she had no idea just how jealous I was. But then I thought to myself, "I'd rather see Serge than go to a concert anyday," and that made me feel a lot better. She was really nice and we had a nice chat on our 5 hour trip up.

I feel pretty exhausted now, but I'm doing OK. I'm feeling a little moody, but I'm holding my mental tongue.