England
With the England road trip behind us, our transatlantic journey has come to an end. Again, just like any place in the world, there is no way to experience and capture it all.
But I do hope that one day I can look back on these snippets and dust off the faded memories. So here is a small fraction of the many pictures I took and many places we went.
We made a stop in the Cotswold area which are some old neighborhoods outside London. Their rooftops are covered in moss, the walls in ivy, and I now wonder why it is we chase clean cut perfection so much.
The dreadlocked sheep didn't care how many leaves were in their wool.
We also went to Liverpool and took the Beatles' Magical Mystery Bus Tour around. Dad belted out a few of their songs as they came to his head.
I think I'll always remember our rainy London bus tour where we sat on the top deck, without a roof, and when the pool of water on the seat in front of my came pouring into my favorite boots.
I'll remember our loud and funny tour guide for the Tower of London.
And I will most definitely remember this cat who started meowing at us as we were passing by on the sidewalk. We let her sniff our hands and then pet her soft fur. She was a needy cat and kept crawling on Corey's shoulder. Her neediness reminded my of our dog, Twigs, and though it may sound counterintuitive, her neediness mixed with how much I missed Twigs made that moment the moment I officially became a cat person too.
Throughout this whole trip, we had to work together as a family and as we are at the end, I can now say that no one killed anyone else, no one got (actually) lost, and we all still love each other.
Dad had the job of being our chauffeur and successfully got us through the Isles safely and on the left hand side of the road. Mom was our mastermind and master-planner from back when this was an idea, to the reality of our feet touching this ground. Corey' job was navigation pro and he made sure we were headed in the right direction while dad was heavily focused on not driving in to the right lane.
Witnessing the hazy horizons, feeling the misty air,taping my feet through cheap souvenir shops, smiling at break dancers and dancing guitar players are only a few of the feelings that came my way. Some I captured in pictures and words, and some I let go with the moments as they passed.
I am torn as I already want to come back, but we are all ready for our own beds and the comfort of the walls we call home. I think my mom said it best a few nights ago when she sighed, "I can't wait to go home and scratch my back." 
And so, we will go home to our backscratchers and friends and maybe one day, I will come back again.~kj