My flight back to Lagos is in about twenty-five hours. And if all goes according to schedule, I should be home at approximately nine o’clock on Monday morning.
NEVER before have I counted the hours to go back. The thought of leaving London usually fills me with dread. But this time, I can’t wait to go home.
I have enjoyed being in London. And I achieved almost everything on my list of things to do!
The things I *didn’t* do: Find shoes for Vinay or myself. And to be honest, I didn’t even look.
And I didn’t buy any clothes for myself either. Again, I barely looked. Trying on jeans was too depressing for words – so I decided not to put myself through that in multiple stores!
I arrived in London thinking about how relaxing it would be. I would watch TV shows, I would sleep for as long as I wanted and I would just chill out (between various appointments). I wouldn’t have to worry about not having electricity, the generator breaking-down or buying diesel.
I caught-up on TV shows. I’m all up-to-date with 90210 and White Collar; and started watching New Girl as well as season 2 of Hawaii 5-0.
BUT – I just couldn’t sleep. I was up at six every morning (after waking up countless times during the night) wondering about what Vinay was doing. Did he wake up crying inconsolably during the night? Did Hub remember to get diesel for the generator? Would he take him to the doctor on Friday as scheduled (yes, he did)? Is he (Vinay) eating his meals properly? Would there be power during the day? Who would take the dog out during the day?
It’s been a bit lonely. My sister has been at work every day and my parents aren’t here. I love going out and about and just walking around, but it’s something I’ve always done with my mum.
I am so lucky that I was able to come to London.
But for the first time, I missed Lagos and can’t wait to go back!