About a week into being here in the US, it was apparent that as well as everyone got along, for some unknown reason the Brits were going to be constantly closer together. For this reason, Maria, Del and I named ourselves Team GB. When I mention Team GB now, it also includes Cam (I know he’s American, ignore that!), Anahita, Dave, Kirsty, Gill, Natasha and Kate.
In two weeks, I fly home.
The day before that, Anahita leaves.
In a weeks time, Del leaves.
And tomorrow, Maria goes.
We’ve talked about meeting up over Christmas, and obviously everyone’s going to keep in touch over facebook and msn; but after being in such close contact with such a good group of friends for three months, it’s going to be weird to see these people leave. It was sad saying goodbye to all of the American folk who left a few weeks ago, but this is going to be harder. These were the people that would discuss with me the weirdness of the snack jars, saying things wrong and cheese flavoured popcorn. We convinced the Americans that we call beers smooths, that we refer to napping as ‘going for a dream’, and that the beach is called ‘water on the rocks’. We’d get lost in New York together and complain about work together. These were the people that went through times square with me, went up the empire state building and left me on a subway train overnight.
This is a sad blog entry.
In two weeks, I fly home.
The day before that, Anahita leaves.
In a weeks time, Del leaves.
And tomorrow, Maria goes.
We’ve talked about meeting up over Christmas, and obviously everyone’s going to keep in touch over facebook and msn; but after being in such close contact with such a good group of friends for three months, it’s going to be weird to see these people leave. It was sad saying goodbye to all of the American folk who left a few weeks ago, but this is going to be harder. These were the people that would discuss with me the weirdness of the snack jars, saying things wrong and cheese flavoured popcorn. We convinced the Americans that we call beers smooths, that we refer to napping as ‘going for a dream’, and that the beach is called ‘water on the rocks’. We’d get lost in New York together and complain about work together. These were the people that went through times square with me, went up the empire state building and left me on a subway train overnight.
This is a sad blog entry.
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