Travel Time

Hello From London!

I’m finally in the United Kingdom. My visa arrived on the 25th, a week later than expected, but we were able to catch a flight that night and land seats in first class! Everything surprisingly went smooth, especially for flying standby. I’m not gonna lie, I felt like a queen reading the 856 page fall fashion issue of Vogue in first class while sipping orange juice that the flight attendants provided for us.

After an eight hour flight we arrived at LHR at about 12:30 (6:30am body time) and waited for our bags, but they never came. As it turns out, for reasons we know not, all six of our bags are currently stuck in Chicago. Our luggage should hopefully make it on the next flight which arrives at 10:30 tonight.

Right now, I am sitting on my bed at the Holiday Inn eating my very first Mars bar and trying not to fall alseep. No clothes, toilerties, books, makeup, or converters to accompany me tonight. I’m also iPhone-less for the first time in three years which is a bit odd, but refreshing. I guess all of this inconvienece, for lack of a better term, is just part of the adventure. If there is one thing I’ve learned from this situation, it’s that traveling will likely never go as planned.

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Thoughts & Rants

The Before

Next week at this time I will be settled in Swansea, Wales. After weeks filled with anxiety, stress, and slightly discouraging comments from strangers like “this is going to be really hard on your mom” and “I would never let my kid do that”, and my favorite from a lady at the bank with a terrified look on her face, “have you ever seen the movie Taken?”, right now I feel good. I’ve had a lot of support from friends, family, and other strangers, all encouraging me and saying that I am making the choice that they wish they made.

At this time, all of my friends are already in college. It’s weird to watch all of them live in the reality that is so close to me, yet not here yet. This moment in my life is like purgatory, waiting for either for heaven or hell. Yes, an over-exaggerated comparison, but you get the point. I almost felt more ready to leave when I was in high school, but now that it’s so near, it’s a different feeling. Nothing I’ve ever experienced before and honestly something I didn’t expect. Definitely homesick, definitely terrified, but I have an overwhelming feeling that everything will be okay.

I think I’m ready now.

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