Yesterday

After convincing myself, that moving across the ocean was "no big deal", I found myself yesterday feeling overwhelmed, not only by the out pouring of support from my friends and family, but how much love they had for me. Its one thing to know you'll be missed, and that your presence in people's live actually matters. Its another to know you're loved, yesterday I realized both.

It was no surprise to anyone but me - that yesterday when I woke up and got dressed, that all I could do was cry. I cried knowing that the next time, I have embrace my father wouldn't be until Christmas. That I wouldn't be there for my brothers antics, and to walk my dog (which I hate normally) for some time. I know as my friend told me " that I'll always have a home there"l, I am extremely lucky that no matter how far, I am only a plane ride away.

Speaking of plane rides. Never fly AA to London. Can we talk about it being the worst for a minute. Absolutley the worst. 1. We were on the world's smallest jets. I mean it was tiiiiight. Not to mention that every single seat on the plane was taken. There was no where to stretch your legs - to really relax. Its my personal belief that flying is already an ardeous task. The least the airline companies can do is make the experience memorable. I have flown at least 100 times in my life. This flight takes the cake, by far. 2. Please don't have the maintance people walking all around the cabin minutes before take off. Again, flying is strrrrreeeesssfull. You're sitting in a 2x4 tin can hoping it soars like an eagle you don't know if you'll come barrelling down back to the ground having the crew men, take a final look while everyone is getting into their seats does not help ease that anxiety. 2a. Please, refrain from fainting on the plane. I get it - I'm a nervous flyer. But folks passing out on the mini plane from hell - oh hheeeeellllsss nah. Ma'am have all the seats on the back. All of them. 2b. Please give your children a half a xantax. If you think you're stressed out imagine what them babies feel like. Especially considering they can't speak - all that crying makes me feel a little stabby. NOT good 2c. Flight attendants can not be crabby. Isn't it in your contract to be annoyingly helpful. You can't be mean old mother hubbard. No get your attitude in check, and come bring me my cool beverage. 3. On a 5 1/2 flight it is impertinent that all the toilets work. All of them. Having to stand in line doing the pee pee dance, is not what good in the hood. Its not was hot on the cal de sac. Only to find out that when you get to the bathroom, you can't flush. No. Next time I go anywhere, I'm flying Virgin. Rirchard Bronson doesn't subject you to the foolishness. On the plus side, despite having a window seat, my seat was nice, the people that were next to me, were cool too. The pilot was the man and he came out to apologize to the customers about the bathroom situation.

All in all - it wasn't a half bad day. I made it to my uncles safe and sound and he is literally the most helpful kind hearted person. Just genuinely full hearted, and always happy to have me. That definitely helps. I'm excited to be spending the week in London. Its the only real "vacation" I'll get before, I start hunting for jobs, and apartments. Next week is Paris. The city of Lights. Look forward to a lot of pictures, and a lot of blogging.

Hoping you all stay tuned.

Sid