Remember how yesterday I was praising my backpack as trusty and loyal. Well today my opinion is that it is lazy and unreliable. Supposedly it didn’t even get on the plane in Edmonton. How ridiculous is that. So I have made it to London, my bad has not. My reaction was oh f**k, which I did say out loud and the man standing in front of me gave me a disapproving look.
What a terrible feeling it was. As the same ugly flower covered bags rounded the baggage claim belt for the 15th time I realized that no amount of appeals to St. Anthony was going to find my lost item this time. The bag is supposed to be delivered to me tomorrow right to the hostel. It better be there or that trusty sidekick of mine may get dumped!
On a lighter note I am her in UK at Heathrow Airport waiting for my final flight to Edinburgh. What I need now is some strong coffee and a familiar face. Starbucks remedied my first need seeing “The Brother” tonight will remedy the second.
There are few moments in life when you can feel the real rush of the globe rotating under your feet. It is fantastic to see the environment transform before your eyes. Today has been one of those days. Though right now I may be seeing it through weary and bloodshot eyes it is extraordinary nonetheless
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