I left Los Angeles on Sunday night. British airways put me on an earlier flight as my original one was delayed and I would have missed my connection in Heathrow. On the plane, I watched “Capturing the Friedmans” on my laptop and then slept until 1h30 from our arrival time.
At Heathrow airport in London, I walked around ½ asleep. Mainly I felt exhausted from crying when saying goodbye to Ken. There was also some apprehension about starting something completely new and different.
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