The Last Day

For some reason, I was really down before I left England.

I was desperate to see Mo of course.

However, I think a part of me didn't want to leave.

One Year. It's just enough time to fall in love with a place.
For the last day I staying in the UK, I visited Westminster Abbey and British Museum again-classic visitor attractions-to complete my first trip to London.

I am glad that I had saved the day for this 1000-year-old church, the witness of British history.

As taking photos were prohibited inside the church, I tried to memorized every tombs and monuments with all my feelings.

After saying goodbye to Kings, Queens, Gargoyles, Big Ben, London Eye, House of Parliament... I spent the evening in British Museum.

I walked on the paths full of Egyptian mummies and artifacts I missed last time with my tears dropping until the museum was closed.

What the funny thing was every time I went to the museum, my camera died.

Again those famous Egyptian sculptures could just stay in my memory.

Later than a fidgety night and an 30 hours restless journey, there Mo was, smaller and softer than I imagined.

I felt happy at last.