So yes. Geocaching happened. I was upset, I think. We were scheduled to fly out the next day and I didn't want to go. It felt like before our holiday had stretched out in front of us for miles and miles and suddenly, now I was leaving? Leaving my family behind, my dog, my friends. I was only just beginning to comprehend how things had changed and now I had to go? I wasn't ready. I didn't want to. Sad face. So, instead of tantruming and refusing to go to Thailand like expected (because I still wanted to go to Thailand, obviously), Zee and I went for a drive. Squeezed in a bit more sun somewhere familiar. I think I've mentioned Geocaching before. In case you haven't heard of it, it's basically a world wide treasure hunt. You download the app on your phone, and use your GPS to find little caches all over the place. Zee + I have cached all over the place. New Zealand, UK, Croatia. The caches are literally everywhere.
This one was down the road from where I grew up. I must have passed it a billion times in my life. I'm glad we were able to drive through and catch it while the sun was going down. I wandered about without shoes (something I'd never, ever do in London) and soaked in the last moments of home.