In classic british fashion I will begin with the weather which has been nothing but ab fab since I've been back. Everything's green and there's flowers everywhere. I have always thought I might be a SAD (seasonal affective disorder - i know, is it really a thing?) sufferer and now I know for certain because all I wanna do is bask in the glorious sunshine and instagram plants and somehow the presence of a blue sky is helping me forget about the fact that I'm no longer living in America.
As well as this, I've been continually busy more or less the whole time I've been home, so although this means that you genuinely cannot see the carpet in my bedroom, and that there's a whole unopened suitcase looming downstairs, I also haven't had a huge amount of time to mope/dwell/be sad. but I think it will hit pretty soon.
anyway enough of that, I realise I still have not blogged about any of my travels since Christmas and I'm thinking I might just do a rather photo-heavy overview of all the marvellous places I was lucky enough to visit. My most recent adventure was actually getting out of America which proved alot harder than I had anticipated.
In fact, my journey home took about 24 hours longer than it should have done which was not ideal. In fact, even though I really hate the phrase 'having a mare', my journey home was a complete and utter MARE. Honest to god, it was 10% tearful goodbyes, 10% normal plane journeys, 10% driving on small norfolk roads and 220203483% waiting in dismal dallas aiport.
imagine the following conversation, 9 at night, with me progressively crying more and more as it goes on....
me: hi, sorry I'm running late because my first flight didn't get in on time, can you let me on the flight please?
airport man: Hi, sure....let me just check that for you......ah, it's actually gone.
me: right, when's the next one?
man: hmmmm, ah great! there's one pretty soon! tomorrow! 4pm!
me: are you joking
man: alas, no. but dont worry!! wipe those tears away, we'll find a nice comfy hotel for you in no time. And we'll get you your checked bag back so you can change clothes too
me: ok, thankyou
strange northern man next to me in queue: yeah don't worry love, they'll get you sorted with a nice hotel, nice fluffy robe, free shampoo. THE WORKS.
- 10 minutes pass, crying decreases somewhat -
man: right. good news and bad news I'm afraid. Bad news: we can't get your bag back. Also there's no hotels.
me: CRYING
man: but good news! here's a free food voucher, everything in this terminal closes in 5 minutes so be quick.
anyway so I bought the essentials (some water and a packet of juicy fruit, obviously) and settled down to a night of netflix and internal anger at the airline.
anyway so this has become long but basically it took me a long time to get home.
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