I'm Flying First Claaaaaaaaaaasss Up In The Sky

Finally, here I am... 1.5 years later, waiting for the same flight into London Gatiwck. This experience is far less dramatic, however. Last time, I accidentally showed emotion in public as I waited to leave a life with which I was perfectly content to arrive at one full of uncertainty. In retrospect, it was all worth it. When I returned to Canada in December, 2006 some thing stayed the same while others changed completely. Presumably, things would have changed with or without my being there. At least this time I can expect some degree of consistency when I return in two weeks (unless Judy fires me, as predicted by Chris).

A baby is crying. Why are you flying overseas with a baby? That's cruel not only to the child, but to me.

I'm excited, but also exhausted. I'm still beat from The Johnny-Tiffy Event of '08 (John + Tif's wedding). Who plans a holiday 3 days after a wedding and goes to work for two of those days? Oh yah, me. I'm just hoping I sleep on the plane this time. I'm armed with an eye mask, ear plugs, gravol and free wine. Plus, I had to deal with Michelle at work all day. Just kidding. She bought me a cookie. Delicious.

When I arrive in the morning, I have to grab my luggage, take a train to central, get on the tube (AND transfer) to Marissa's work, get her key, head to her flat, drop off my 18 kilos of luggage (I packed light!!) and then the adventure can begin!