Leang is back in London after a crazy 24 hours traveling. I just really want to get home...

but strangely when I arrived in St. Pancreas I thought, "Finally back home." Interesting how the concept of home can be so salient, comforting, and necessary. Just stepping foot back on familiar ground brought up my spirits after a night huddled in the corner of the Brussels train station (details for those who ask... haha).

I can't wait to get back to the States. Europe has been fun, but I'm ready to go back

Lots of love

Edit: Oh yeah I'm bringing back so much crap my diesel sized suitcase ripped...umm....