Sometimes, I take out all my souvenirs and keepsakes from my trip to England, and I spread them out on the carpet to look at. Some of the things are treasured items that I payed way too much for, and some are just random little things that I can't bear to throw away because I am far too sentimental.
I really don't know how I accumulated all that stuff in just a week. But I'm glad I have them.
There's my ticket for Les Mis, which reminds me of one of the most exciting nights of my life (even if it was "limited view").
There's The Little Bookroom from Hatchards Bookshop.
There's my flower garland that I bought outside of the Roman Baths in Bath.
There's my "Keep Calm and Carry On" tin that's still full of tea, because I tried a cup, and it wasn't the nicest.
There's the Pooh Cook Book and the sweet little teacup that I got in a curio shop.
There's my National Trust Baking Book that I got at Basildon House that I can spend hours looking through.
There's a bunch of receipts, brochures, and maps.
There's the bookmark from the Sherlock Holmes museum that was the only affordable thing in the gift-shop.
There's a handful of coins that I'd rather not change back into euros.
I miss England a lot.