Flight Home
When I woke up on Monday I could not believe I was already flying home. The week went by way to fast. I woke up early so that I could take Big Red (my huge ass suitcase) down to the post office so I could arrange to have it sent to Chris' pub in Biddestone. Man that thing was heavy - about 70lbs. When I got to the post office I thought the process would be quick, but my suitcase was too heavy so I had to take out some stuff, and ship that seperately. I felt weird opening up my suitcase and doing all of this in the post office, plus it was a small office, but hey- gotta do what you gotta do.
When it was all said and done and I left the post office it was a little after 10:30am, and I needed to get on the tube to head for Heathrow at 11am. So much for my morning walk in the park. Headed back to the hotel, Kris and Will had already left (we said our goodbye's earlier) and luckily I had already packed the night before. I left the hotel and made my way to the Victoria station. However, I still needed to buy my mom and sister their gifts. There were two shops in the Victoria station, but of course I didn't see anything I liked. What a time to be picky eh? After wasting time there, I walked down a block to this one souvenir shop that I had been to before, and they had a much larger selection. Got their gifts, and headed back to the station. It was a little past 11am, but I thought I could still make it to the airport on time.
I was doing good, up until I reached the airport, got off the train, went into the terminal to check in only to realize I was in the wrong terminal. The tube stops first at Terminal 4, then at Terminals 1, 2, 3. I was in Terminal 4 and needed to be in Terminal 1. So I go back to the underground, and just miss the fricken train. The next one wouldn't be by for another 10 minutes. So now I am starting to worry. I get on the train, get to Terminal 1, drop off by bag and head for the security line. This was the icing on the cake. The line was pretty long. Wouldn't have mattered if I got to the terminal on time like I planned, but such is life.
Finally got through security, and when I was leaving that area, I got out my watch and saw that it was 1:20pm. My flight leaves at 1:45pm and on the board it said my gate was closing AND that it takes 15 minutes to walk to my gate. (ahhh!!) So I am running through the fricken terminal now, with my huge ass backpack, getting all sweaty hoping I don't miss my flight. Luckily when I rounded the corner and saw my gate there was still a good sized line in front, so I relaxed, bought myself a water bottle and got in line.
The flight home was nice. Slept in the beginning to help align myself with Cali time, watched some movies, wrote in my journal, and then next thing you know we are landing in SFO. Karina and mom were at the airport to pick me up, so sweet. I had an amazing time in London and this trip definitly solidified for me my choice to move there and has made me even more excited and confident about the move.
When it was all said and done and I left the post office it was a little after 10:30am, and I needed to get on the tube to head for Heathrow at 11am. So much for my morning walk in the park. Headed back to the hotel, Kris and Will had already left (we said our goodbye's earlier) and luckily I had already packed the night before. I left the hotel and made my way to the Victoria station. However, I still needed to buy my mom and sister their gifts. There were two shops in the Victoria station, but of course I didn't see anything I liked. What a time to be picky eh? After wasting time there, I walked down a block to this one souvenir shop that I had been to before, and they had a much larger selection. Got their gifts, and headed back to the station. It was a little past 11am, but I thought I could still make it to the airport on time.
I was doing good, up until I reached the airport, got off the train, went into the terminal to check in only to realize I was in the wrong terminal. The tube stops first at Terminal 4, then at Terminals 1, 2, 3. I was in Terminal 4 and needed to be in Terminal 1. So I go back to the underground, and just miss the fricken train. The next one wouldn't be by for another 10 minutes. So now I am starting to worry. I get on the train, get to Terminal 1, drop off by bag and head for the security line. This was the icing on the cake. The line was pretty long. Wouldn't have mattered if I got to the terminal on time like I planned, but such is life.
Finally got through security, and when I was leaving that area, I got out my watch and saw that it was 1:20pm. My flight leaves at 1:45pm and on the board it said my gate was closing AND that it takes 15 minutes to walk to my gate. (ahhh!!) So I am running through the fricken terminal now, with my huge ass backpack, getting all sweaty hoping I don't miss my flight. Luckily when I rounded the corner and saw my gate there was still a good sized line in front, so I relaxed, bought myself a water bottle and got in line.
The flight home was nice. Slept in the beginning to help align myself with Cali time, watched some movies, wrote in my journal, and then next thing you know we are landing in SFO. Karina and mom were at the airport to pick me up, so sweet. I had an amazing time in London and this trip definitly solidified for me my choice to move there and has made me even more excited and confident about the move.
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