Share 'Trust My Instincts....?'

Sitting in the lobby of a cheap Holiday Inn. I want to leave. Go back to New England or original England. Either way I don't care. My instincts are telling me to get out now but in all honesty, they've been telling me this for a while. In Manchester Airport I had to force myself to check in. More than once I fought back tears as I said goodbye. Those who know me know this is rare. Arriving in…