So our last day had me worrying if they would let me on the plane. We were taking a little puddle jumper from Victoria to Seattle, and I didn't know if I could fit in regular seat. So I tried hard hiding my fears, but every now and then I would let out a little peep of concern.
T2 kept telling me every time I peeped that I would be fine, but nerves - they just got the better of me sometimes. I was fine, but then I started worrying about immigration and custom. Totally freaked out - which happens when I do something new - so you ask why do I do anything new? You got me.
A few hiccups, but I ended up home safe and sound with a happy TH (I hope) and a happy T. Happy trip happy times.
T2 kept telling me every time I peeped that I would be fine, but nerves - they just got the better of me sometimes. I was fine, but then I started worrying about immigration and custom. Totally freaked out - which happens when I do something new - so you ask why do I do anything new? You got me.
A few hiccups, but I ended up home safe and sound with a happy TH (I hope) and a happy T. Happy trip happy times.
Welcomed home by a THRILLED TSH and an ecstatic Taya I might add.
ReplyDeleteFlying on planes produces an inordinate amount of stress given the sardine mentality of the airlines and the sardonic mentality (if you can call it mentality) of our Security Programs.
Welcome back - you were sorely missed!