It feels like I just did one of these posts, even though I skipped last month’s. I’m not sure my day-to-day life is actually interesting enough to share once per month, but every so often something kind of fun or interesting happens. Unfortunately, the actual date for Manda’s Day In The Life link up is the 18th, so I’m nearly 10 days early. Last time I was 10 days late. I think what we can all take away from this is that I am bad at linkups.
So, my day for this month was March 6th. What was March 6th 2014 like in my life? In a word: long. About 24 hours long, to be exact. I know that doesn’t sound atypical, but it’s rare that I spend all 24 hours of a day awake. (Yes, this is going to be extremely photo heavy.)
I woke up at 5:30am, which was a bit earlier than the alarm I had set for 5:45. It was dark. I haven’t woken up before it had become light out since Christmas, so it was a bit strange. I threw on some clothes and a bit of makeup, but wasn’t too concerned about my appearance. By the time I was ready to face the world the sky had lightened a bit.
I did a paranoid check to ensure all the outlets were switched off (I am quite afraid of fire, as I think people should be!) and grabbed my suitcase that I had packed the night before. The streets were deserted and I felt quite self conscious rolling the bag down the hill, which has grooves in it to help with gripping in the rain. Eventually my embarrassment got the best of me and I picked up the bag to carry down the hill. Luckily it wasn’t too heavy… it only contained 4 outfits and some toiletries.
I arrived at Brighton station around 6:20, and caught the 6:30 train to London Victoria.
I arrived in London around 7:30, just as things were starting to get a bit busy with commuters.
I jumped on the tube to Earls Court, where I switched to the Piccadilly line.
Based on the fact that I had a suitcase and this tube line diagram, you might be able to figure out where I was off to, but the next photo should definitely give it away.
After three weeks of planning, I was on my way back to Calgary to surprise my mom for her 50th birthday. My dad and brother knew I would be coming, but my mom did not. I was a bit sneaky, even setting up scheduled tweets so she wouldn’t suspect anything when I was off the grid for the 9.5 hour flight.
In the past, I have had really bad luck with transportation, so I arrived at Heathrow about 3 hours before my flight, even after taking the tube which takes absolute ages. I’m not the best at waiting, but luckily Heathrow is very well stocked with amazing shops, so I had a bit of a browse and picked up a few things.
I don’t know about you guys, but I can only travel if I have at least 3 varieties of Toblerone available.
Once I had exhausted my debit card a bit, I grabbed a Starbucks and sat staring at the board that tells which gates to go to for a solid hour. And I read some of the Daily Mail, which I do not recommend.
Finally, it was time to board!
Yay awkward plane selfie (if you think I look tired now, just you wait).
For some reason that I cannot understand at all, nobody wants to fly from warm London to freezing Calgary on the first Thursday in March, so the plane was fairly empty and people were encouraged to spread out, so I took up a whole two seat area to myself and made a nest.
Then I did typical plane things. You know, I watched Frozen and Catching Fire. I wrote some notes on a project I’m working on. I tried to sleep, and failed. I drowned out the annoying plane noises (ask me about noises that annoy me! There is a list and 85% of them take place on planes!) with incredibly loud classical music. And, of course, I ate airplane food that tasted like garbage, only worse because they tasted like gluten free garbage. I think the label says it all:
FML is right.
Also later while everyone had “posh wraps” I got a “handheld frittata” which was a frittata in a box. I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to pour frittata into your mouth while on an airplane, but it is not a pleasant experience. Especially for someone like me who is particular about her egg consumption at the best of times!
Nine hours of extreme boredom that had me questioning how people who have jobs that involve extensive long haul flights function in society later, I finally got into Calgary, where it was only 2 hours later than it was when I left Heathrow. Also it was covered in snow.
After a shockingly quick trip through customs, we waited for our extremely delayed luggage (did it even come on the same plane?) and I wondered how much I really valued the four outfits I’d brought as I contemplated just running for the exit so I could be free. (I’m not sure when I became such a dramatic flyer.)
My dad picked me up and we went to a few grocery stores to fetch gluten free snacks and whatnot, then we headed back to my parents’ house for the big reveal!
Now, there is a video of what happened next, but it’s really dark and shaky, so I’m not even going to bother posting it here. But, essentially I walked inside the house and called “mom?” and my mom, who was in the living room, started sobbing and hugging my brother and basically ignoring me, because she was probably in shock or something. Also she was scared of my camera. Eventually she got over it and hugged me, then jumped around a bit, and then stared at me for several hours. What a nice welcome!
After a bit of a snack we decided to go out. I needed a new MacBook since my 5 year old Pro had basically died, and I was using the much cheaper Canadian price as a bit of a justification for the impromptu trip. So we were off to the Apple Store to pick up a new MacBook Air (I decided to give away my iPad and go for the Air rather than having both a MBP and iPad).
I went to Sephora and quickly blew some money on expensive blush that I don’t need (hello, Hourglass Ambient Lighting blush), and then finally after 8 months of waiting, got to have a French Vanilla at Tim Horton’s with my dad:
At this point I had been awake for 22 hours, and as you can see from the photo above, I had seen better days. I basically couldn’t keep my eyes open, and my hair was an actual greasy mess and my skin felt like garbage. So, we headed back to my parents’ and I had a shower which revitalized me enough to set up my new computer but not enough to keep me up past 10:30– making it exactly 24 hours of awake time.
My parents have redone my old room since I left and it’s rather nice! It’s kind of like a nice boutique hotel.
I was pretty excited for bedtime, but, again, not so excited that it drowned out the excitement over my new MBA.
And that was the end of my day! Er, well, kinda. I slept until 2am, got up and went downstairs for a snack until 4:30am, went back to sleep around 5, half slept until my mom woke me up at 6, and here it is now nearing 10am and I’m still up, and due to be going out with my parents around noon! I’m definitely going to pay for this later!