Non-Urgent Disclaimer

     I don't know who reads this poorly edited account of my gap year. I started writing it for me, and conveniently my parents read it. And then some other people told me they read it. And some others. And knowing that maybe someone besides my mom was reading was actually thrilling and motivating. But I also developed this fear of boring my readers (though few and mysterious). And so with that irrational need to please in mind, I'm writing a brief warning here. Hawaii was an island adventure full of daring acts and first times and hooliganism. England is cold and homey. I live a much more domestic lifestyle here. And I love it; spending time with relatives and kids is just what I wanted. But it's also a little harder to write about and entertain with. Wiping noses is not exactly comparable to cliff jumping. But to me, they are equally rewarding. So sorry I guess, I don't mean to bore you. But I want to remember this trip as it happened, and that means nose wiping and tea and nattering will likely be included. I'll throw in hella pictures to sweeten the deal, pinky promise.