The Arrival
It has been one loooooong day. And by long, I mean that at 10:30 am this morning (London Time) I was convinced it was 2:30 in the afternoon.
In general my re-arrival to the Queen's country went well. There was not much turbulance on the flight, a friend met me at the airport (and then helped me haul my luggage across town. Did I mention she is a good friend? I should, because she was a great friend in that moment and still remains so), and I now have a roof over my head on a rainy day. Furthermore, it is 57 degrees in London as opposed to the 32 degrees I left in Spokane. Love it. Feels like the tropics.
I was also happily greeted with an emotion I wasn't expecting today - Joy. I was sure that I would be a ball of emotion and tears and fear and anxiety. My track record of arrivals in London has proven nothing less, so I was more than thrilled to discover that I was thrilled to be back in the city again.
I am currently enjoying my time lounging on a borrowed bed and exhausted - thank goodness for American friends who decided to go home (to America) for Thanksgiving, and then leave me their keys, clean sheets and a good place to stay in the city.
Today has been a big day. I bought a new coffee pot (an essential in a world foreign to brewed coffee), and I had my UK bank card suddenly shut down by my bank because of certain reasons that I must soon discover and correct. Conveniently enough, the bank will not re-open until Monday morning at 9 am. But luckily for me tomorrow is Sunday, and the day of goodwill, because I am momentarily cashless, phoneless and living in the most expensive city in the world...
In general my re-arrival to the Queen's country went well. There was not much turbulance on the flight, a friend met me at the airport (and then helped me haul my luggage across town. Did I mention she is a good friend? I should, because she was a great friend in that moment and still remains so), and I now have a roof over my head on a rainy day. Furthermore, it is 57 degrees in London as opposed to the 32 degrees I left in Spokane. Love it. Feels like the tropics.
I was also happily greeted with an emotion I wasn't expecting today - Joy. I was sure that I would be a ball of emotion and tears and fear and anxiety. My track record of arrivals in London has proven nothing less, so I was more than thrilled to discover that I was thrilled to be back in the city again.
I am currently enjoying my time lounging on a borrowed bed and exhausted - thank goodness for American friends who decided to go home (to America) for Thanksgiving, and then leave me their keys, clean sheets and a good place to stay in the city.
Today has been a big day. I bought a new coffee pot (an essential in a world foreign to brewed coffee), and I had my UK bank card suddenly shut down by my bank because of certain reasons that I must soon discover and correct. Conveniently enough, the bank will not re-open until Monday morning at 9 am. But luckily for me tomorrow is Sunday, and the day of goodwill, because I am momentarily cashless, phoneless and living in the most expensive city in the world...