I am nearing the end of my time here in England. I knew at the beginning of my trip that it would be over quickly but now that I'm here with my bags packed my english adventure expiration date is getting pretty clear. Two days ago I went for a hike to one of my favorite places here in england. All I do is walk out the front of Michael's door and down the lane, over a river and through the woods. Past a herd of cows (avoiding the patties), and up a hill that leaves me breathless before I'm even a quarter of the way to the top. Once I make it to the top I arrive in the most amazing place. Fields sewn into the billowing quilt that is the english countryside. I'm going to miss this place. I'm going to miss the richness of my life here. Both the people and the country. I'm on to the next step of my adventure. Roaming the UK with Michael, and then running around europe possibly jumping out of a helicopter over the swiss alps. Only time will tell. Just like every day in my life all I can do is take each moment, each experience as it comes. For now...

~Hawk out