So we're officially at the halfway point.  Exactly 2 weeks from today I'll be home at 10:55 p.m.  And wow...it feels like forever that I've been here, and at the same time, it feels like the blink of an eye. 
We've accomplished so much in 2 weeks- everything touristy that you can imagine, taken trips to the coast, mastered the art of rush hour train and bus service, discovered how to get from one end of the city to another in 20 mins, realized just how good we had it with prices in the US, discovered a true dislike of British food (everything is really bland), slept little, walked a lot more, missed home, called home, e-mailed often, and tried to break our AIM addiction that we can't really feed over here.  We've taken tons of pictures, made ourselves look like the stupid American tourists that we can sometimes be, and discovered just how good those of us who live in south Alabama near Dauphin Island and Gulf Shores really have it.  Beaches are to be made of sand, not rock.  We've eaten fish and chips, bangers and mash, and all sorts of other varieties of interesting food.  We've heard more languages spoken in the span of 5 minutes than you hear in line for Splash Mountain in Disney World.  We've cried, laughed, and figured out the hidden meanings of some of Britian's most interesting slang terms.  We've seen the White Cliffs of Dover, and we've tried to find Prince William.  We've mastered the art of sleeping through fire alarms, traffic jams, sirens, cars, and drunken hall mates.  We've learned to say "Cheers" when leaving and that "mates" are friends. 
We're still going to Dublin, we're still going to Edinburgh, we're going to Oxford and Cambridge and still going to class.  We still have so much to do, yet so little time.  We're having the time of our lives, adn yet it's all going to end.  And a part of all of us is ready to return to the familiarity that is home, yet another part of us knows that we'll take away memories that will last for a lifetime.
Cheers!