A Story
Long ago and far away, because all good stories take place long ago and far away, there was once a group of students that lived in a Residence Hall in Chelsea, London for a very short and very beautiful period of time. They spent many nights in silly states and many days weaving their lives together with the threads of shared experience.
One student had bones made of rubber.
One student was the nicest guy alive.
One student had endless energy.
One student was the most popular.
One student was neurotic.
One student spoke in quotable quotes.
One student had the most caring heart.
One student was the star.
And one student was not ready to say goodbye to his friends and the city he had learned to call home.
And though they enjoyed themselves a great deal, and would have given anything to continue their journey together, all good things must come to an end—and their adventure was no different.
They had the future to look forward to and the memories of what had come to pass. And for this, they were thankful.
So just like that, somehow simultaneously looming and without warning: it ended.
With all the love in my heart,
Josh
NO kidding. I just just said to myself, "Ooh! Read Josh's blog. I bet his trip is about over." and here it is...your last London blog post. I will need to catch up on recent happenings prior to your departure, but I know you found it as magical as I did. Set a goal to return one day soon and keep that goal. I still haven't made it back and it's oh, so sad. Happy Christmas to you. Safe travels if you are still en route and welcome back!
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