The Journey Home

I arrived at the airport to find my new flight was delayed past my connection. Fortunately there was another flight also to London Heathrow at the same time that was scheduled to arrive at the correct time. Only problem was, now I was arriving in Terminal 3 instead of 5... I would have to run to Terminal 5 within an hour or so.

The plane was late (but not nearly as late as the one I was supposed to get on) so I had to RUN. I ran to the bus, took the bus, ran into the terminal, found out I had to take another train thing to get to a certain part of the terminal, ran to that... I was covered in sweat with no antiperspirant. I made it to the gate wanting to throw up from running. I made it about 8 minutes before the gate was supposed to close.

The relief walking onto that plane was immense! Waiting for a day to get on that flight then almost missing the connection was nerve wracking... but once I was sitting down I felt so good :) I was sitting on an aisle seat, with two young Londoners beside me going to Vancouver for snowboarding. They were good company on the flight. I watched How I Met Your Mother until my battery died, and a movie or two... somehow I stayed awake the whole flight!

I didn't have any time to tell my parents that I had made the flight, so I hoped they were there. They were! My sister had made a big sign for me! I was home!!

I had been gone 11 months and 8 days.

I visited 23 countries!