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I don’t know why, but I didn’t realize how sad not going to England this year was going to make me. I know I’m not supposed to go this year, but it almost breaks my heart that everyone else will be there and I won’t. Just saying goodbye to Margaret tonight made me tear up a little. I think it’s good that I’m going to be at the beach this week. It will take my mind off of it a little bit…make it a little easier to bear.

But I have decided, without a doubt, that I am going next year. I miss it. And I’m so much more prepared now than I was last time.

In the mean time, I plan on having an awesome week in Charlotte and at the beach. Over the weekend we have a few family reunions to hit up, then we’re driving to Myrtle Beach to spend a week soaking in the sun. We’re (hopefully) going to meet up with Sandy and Saul in Wilmington, we’re going to be geeks and go to Medieval Times, and we’re definitely heading back to Brookgreen Gardens. Other than that, I just want to swim and relax. Talk to you all when I get back…