Last Day in England

Our last day in the UK. I didn't need an alarm clock to wake up. I don't think I slept at all. I can't believe this day has come. To be honest I'm just a bag of nerves. Everything upsets me and everything makes me cry.
Why is everyone else such a sensible traveler? There they are with their sensible shoes and clothes and fresh looking faces, and there I am, trundelling suitcases down the street at 4am in the ice with my high heels and lip gloss on. Still got the lip gloss on girls!!
Caught the shuttle at 4.15am, poor Jordan was travel sick,and eventually everyone nodded off back to sleep. Awoke just as we were going over the Dartford Bridge. Instantly reminded of going down to Mum and Dad's. More tears!
It's even harder going from Gatwick. There is a kind of anonymous aspect going to a large airport for a flight. You could be in any airport anywhere usually, but Gatwick is around the area where I grew up and to go there is like going home. It makes it worse to go there just to leave.
Still haven't taken off mum's wedding ring. Every time I look down at it, I see her hands. The hands that held me as a baby,the hands that picked me up when I fell, and the hands that just a few days ago were pouring us our last glass of wine together for a long time.
Ged and Noelle rang. Bloody contact lenses!!
Arrived on time and had to catch the train to the south terminal. Gatwick was running on time, our flight wasn't delayed and check in was short and sweet.
Spent the next few hours on the phone or texting. Carol, Lannie, Ged , Noelle, Mum, Dad, Kirsty, Darren. Everyone wishing us well. Had a teary phone call in the queue of WH Smith with Dad.I hate goodbyes.
Kirst couldn't make it to the airport before we had to go through so we never had our goodbye. But we both know we will always be in each other's hearts. Was getting ready to go to the gate when The Cat rang. Steviecat wants us to go out and live with him in Lanzarote. God, I'm going to miss everyone.
The flight went well and without incident. Arrived safe in Charlotte, North Carolina and caught our connecting flight to Augusta. Managed to check email finally. Great news - Daz and Sharron have got engaged! Congratulations.
But shock! Horror! Double shock horror!! My mobile is not working! Devastated!
By the time we got the hire car and drove to Masters Glen Apartments, and finally got into the apartment, the boys were flagging! Had takeaway for dinner and crawled into bed 23 hours since getting up in England this morning.
"Welcome home" the man at passport control said.