I have returned to London, having seen 19 plays at the fringe and one last night, with Greg, in Chichester. It made me a touch sad, because that could well be the last play I ever watch with him. Of course, thinking like that brings madness. I must not think of these two weeks in terms of lasts, but of last chances. This is a wonderful oppurtunity I've been given- time to say good-bye.
I know I will return in time, but likely not permanantly and likely not for awhile. But what of that? I have had an experience that most people don't get- an inclusion into a foreign culture. Not that it feels foreign anymore really, but like Dorothy says: there's no place like home. And I will be glad to return at the end of August. I just might be a little sad for awhile.
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