the end of the affair

so I'm back in the UK now, doing the reflective thing.  I've lost, over the months, one scarf, one pair of leather gloves, a hat, and my dignity, at least twice.  But I've gained several good friends, some of whom I think will stay friends for a very long time, a grounding in research, some career brownie points, and a working knowledge of several amazing cities.  So many of my home friends have never ventured past the cafes and windows of Amsterdam, and I'm nagging all of them to head inland next.  I should be on commission from the tourist board.  Having said that, the rapturous welcome I got from Sam Dog, my mother's boxer and the ackowledged head of clan sarahelaine, and the large box of Cadbury's Roses, has made coming home worthwhile.

So here's to the next trip!