From saying goodbye to the airplane rides to now sitting in my Bangor hotel room, I still can't believe I'm here. This is all just a dream, right? I'm just going on vacation for a week or so, right?
I still don't think it's hit me that I'm here for good (well, not forever), or maybe it has but I haven't noticed because of the jet lag. I think it will really sink in once I register for my courses and start attending classes (or, you know, maybe tomorrow when I'm sitting alone at breakfast/lunch/dinner - Hi, I'd like a table for one...)
Let's talk plane rides. While at the airport, I realized I hadn't been on a plane since 2010, and frankly, I forgot how much airplane/airport food makes me want to vomit.
- Flight #1 (BWI --> JFK): Seriously, I was expecting this plane to go down or break apart at any minute. I mean, it was sturdy but I was sitting over the wing and I heard some things. Minus the noises, possibilities of dying and the plane being really tiny and compact (it had a single row of seats, an aisle and then two seats), it wasn't that bad.
- Flight #2 (JFK --> MAN): I read somewhere that JFK is one of the best airports to have a layover in. Lies. I ate a semi decent chicken caesar salad wrap and then wondered the gates for an outlet that would actually work to charge my phone. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. (Mostly the worst because there weren't little TVs on the back of each seat and therefore all my plans of movie marathoning were kaput. So sad.)
Also, can I just mention that on the flight to Manchester, I accidentally sat in the wrong seat (I was 14A for the first flight and 15A for the second, but my brain was like "No, you're 14A again.") Anyways, I had to straddle some passed out guy to get to my (one row off) window seat. Don't worry, he didn't hear me say "excuse me" like 10 times, but he did wake up when I was trying to jump over him (because that would happen to me). Later, he was escorted off the plane for multiple reasons. Fun times.
So, now I'm in Wales(!!!) and waiting for some culture shock.
Speaking of culture shock, here are a few things I need to get used to in the UK:
- Driving on the wrong side of the road (left side)
- Also, I have to retrain my brain to look in the right direction while crossing the street to (preferably) not get hit by any and all moving vehicles.
- 24 hour/military time
- What the what?
- Temperature (Celsius)
- I feel like all I need to know is that it's mostly cold and raining.
- I'm sure there's more, but I'm tired.
It was really nice to have someone waiting to pick me up at the airport and show me around Wales (see previous post if you're wondering what I'm talking about). I'll do a blog post going a bit more in depth on my first day adventures (most likely with a bon voyage video montage included)!
I'm planning a trip to Boots tomorrow (well, today now) to get some things that I didn't pack and explore Bangor more. Honestly, I thought I packed pretty well, but my 69 lb. suitcase says otherwise.
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