December 28th, 2012She stood still in the centre of her now empty room, looking around, thinking of all the memories she had made there. Her flight to London is in a day. She didn't have to think about whether she was ready to move half way across the world because she knew she was. This is normal, she travelled so much, it was nothing new. Ironically it was like she was moving back to where she always felt she belonged. Nothing was holding her back.
I lay in my bed looking at the ceiling, I'm just waiting for this night to end so I can get up and get ready for my flight.
I used to stay in Holmes Chapel for at least 4 months out of a year, every year until I got to secondary school and I had to cut my stay down to 2 months and it got less and less until I couldn't go for a year when I was doing my year 13.
After an hour of not be able to go to sleep, I decided to make myself a cuppa. Hopefully I'll be able to go to bed after this.
I managed to force myself to sleep for about 2 hours
December 29th, 2012
I got up, completely dazed, hearing a cacophony of my alarm ringing and my mum pounding on my door and yelling for me to get up.
I instantly shot up remembering that my flight was today and it was in less than two hours, oh my god, how am I going to get ready and get to the airport in time, I ran to the bathroom, unlocking my door on the way to let my mum into my room.
I should've fucking flown private, shit.
I don't think I've ever gotten ready so quickly, my mum was running around sorting things like my coat and socks for me to pick up on the way out, while I rushed around getting myself sorted.
I finally managed to get into the car, turning it on almost instantly and pulling out of my drive way, my mum clutched onto the side of the seat with a death grip as I sped down the highway to the airport.
We managed to make it in about 20 minutes which is a record time for me since the airport was about 45 minutes away from my house without traffic.
The adrenaline was coursing through my veins as I quickly said bye to my mum before basically sprinting to the check in counter.
I checked my watch and I only had 35 minutes to make it to the gate, thankfully the nice woman at the check in desk understood the urgency and got me checked in quickly.
As soon as I was done, I was off again dashing through the security checks so I could get through immigration as quickly as possible which I had also managed to do.
Finally, flustered and sweaty, I managed to make it to my gate when I saw the final few passengers boarding, I didn't worry about being the last to board because I had booked a first-class ticket meaning I didn't have to walk through a bunch of people to get to my seat.
I was so relieved to be sitting in my seat, looking outside, waiting for the plane to take off. As soon as we took off my rush of adrenaline wore off causing me to feel the effects of not getting enough sleep. I ended up sleeping through the flight, only getting up to eat.
When I got up the third time, thinking it was time for a meal I heard the pilot announcing that we were about to fly above London, soon after I was staring out the window in awe. I was finally back.
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After getting out of the airport, I went directly to EE to get myself a sim card then I took an uber to my parents house in Knightsbridge. Finally, I could take a nice hot shower after the 13-hour flight.
After showering, I phoned my aunt, letting her know that I'll be arriving at hers in 2 days. I then checked to make sure I had all of my important belongings on me.
My friend Amara then phoned me to let me know that she would be over to my house soon for us to go out, I was so ready to be out and about in London again.
I put on a long black body fit dress, with lace along the slit. I paired it with golden heels and a black coat.
Shortly after I had gotten dressed, Amara was ringing me to tell me she was here. Knowing Amara, she definitely has something planned for tonight, and she hasn't seen me for ages so I don't know what's going to happen tonight but I know its definitely going to be fun.
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