Mi casa es.... mi casa
Well ... as they say:"home sweet home"!
How does it feel? Familiar but odd. I can't quite put my finger on it. Actually my mind probably thinks that I am just on holiday and that I will be back in London prepping for September meetings in a few days. But Noooooh!
First, let me give a little hi-lo about my journey home. I had planned for the cheapo shipping company to pick up my boxes on Monday, pleading for a pre-15h pick up time. No such luck. I ended up waiting not so patiently, swearing sporadically at my dodgy internet connection and getting more and more nervous by the minute. In the end, I had to leave (post 15h) not knowing if my boxes were going to be picked up. Needless to say, I was already stressed (PS: the Voovit guy picked them up in the end - phew and hurray!) .
As I made my way to Standsted, I was already imagining the Orange Coats behind the EZYJET desk rubbing their hands with glee as they slapped me with a bill for excess weight. The gods must have taken pity, as I sailed through check- in and airport security without having to pay anything (hip hip...). Also, I was cunning enough to find a loophole in the hated-by-many 1 bag carry bag policy. You can walk through security unharmed with one bag and anything else as long as it isn't in a bag (I managed to pass security carrying (in my hand) a bulky (but oh so cool) piggy bank (yes, a leaving present)). So it is literally one bag only. Cunning, moi?
Today was spent wondering where I was going to put all my stuff. My mother has taken over my room and feigned indignation when I asked for more space. She muttered, "but you have those four shelves, do you need more?". Can I go to jail for mental homicide?
How does it feel? Familiar but odd. I can't quite put my finger on it. Actually my mind probably thinks that I am just on holiday and that I will be back in London prepping for September meetings in a few days. But Noooooh!
First, let me give a little hi-lo about my journey home. I had planned for the cheapo shipping company to pick up my boxes on Monday, pleading for a pre-15h pick up time. No such luck. I ended up waiting not so patiently, swearing sporadically at my dodgy internet connection and getting more and more nervous by the minute. In the end, I had to leave (post 15h) not knowing if my boxes were going to be picked up. Needless to say, I was already stressed (PS: the Voovit guy picked them up in the end - phew and hurray!) .
As I made my way to Standsted, I was already imagining the Orange Coats behind the EZYJET desk rubbing their hands with glee as they slapped me with a bill for excess weight. The gods must have taken pity, as I sailed through check- in and airport security without having to pay anything (hip hip...). Also, I was cunning enough to find a loophole in the hated-by-many 1 bag carry bag policy. You can walk through security unharmed with one bag and anything else as long as it isn't in a bag (I managed to pass security carrying (in my hand) a bulky (but oh so cool) piggy bank (yes, a leaving present)). So it is literally one bag only. Cunning, moi?
Today was spent wondering where I was going to put all my stuff. My mother has taken over my room and feigned indignation when I asked for more space. She muttered, "but you have those four shelves, do you need more?". Can I go to jail for mental homicide?
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