I was getting restless on the last flight and checked the flight map. I saw we still had 2:18 hours to go until Ottawa. I curled up in a ball and dramatically thought maybe I'll just die right here, because I can't possibly go another 2 and a half hours when I thought the flight was almost over.
As I was thinking about what it would be like to just pass away, alone, in an airplane seat, the captain announced we were descending into Ottawa. What?! If I were smart I would have noticed that the flight map was frozen and made it look as though we were hovering over Regina for two hours. I'm blaming travel brain because surely I would have noticed this if I were my normal self.
Maybe.
I won't go into a big blabby post to summarize the trip. I'll be brief. It was everything I hoped it would be, and a little extra. I learned more about myself, both good and bad, than I had anticipated. I realized what I'm capable of, and quite frankly, what I'm not (hello, map reading!). I made lifelong memories with a cherished friend. A trip reminds a person of how big the world really is, how small their own life is in comparison, and gives both the opportunity, and the space, to try and connect those two somehow. Sitting here jet lagged next to a pile of laundry, I feel very grateful.
A few photos that didn't make previous posts, below...
I'm also thankful for the chance to blog! Thanks to my friend for forcing me to start one for this trip. To the three of you, or however many "readers" there might be, thanks for following along. Blogging was another part of this trip that I loved and knowing a handful of friends and family were reading the ups and downs added to the enjoyment of writing. It's like capturing a sliver of a chapter of the story of my life, and that's both bizarre and lovely to me.
Because as we all know, anything ever posted on the Internet lives on forever.
Probably should have kept that in mind when I started this. Hm.
Okay, signing off. Thanks for reading, reader(s).
To future escapades…
Ade
