Leaving

I always assumed that by the time the two years was up that I would be sick of the city, missing home, ready to leave. The truth is, I've been pushing myself to mentally disconnect myself from London for about six months now but the closer I get to my deadline, the less I want to leave. I feel like I've been here forever, this is my home. Now I have to ship everything back to New Zealand or get rid of it. I made a list of things I have to do before leaving London, like taking a ride on the London Eye, going to Kew Gardens and standing ontop of Parliament Hill for the last time. It all seems grossly unfair.