Halfway there...

What a start. Everything was going great, saw the Golden Hawks bus at the airport, saw a hot Egyptian man in line for check-in and was checked in by a nice lady from Scotland (which did nothing but make me Scotland sick).  Got through security- no problem, spent too much money- no problem, got to the gate- no problem, flight delayed- no problem, flight delayed a bit more- a little bit of a problem but who cares things could be worse. Then we board…great seats just the 2 of us with a lot of extra leg room to the side and front. Could not be happier. We get ready for take off, begin to accelerate, lift off the ground…and POP some overhead bins pop open, other than a bit of a startle not a problem. The incline is bumpy then it happened- the masks that they say will drop in an emergency drop, you can feel the sense of overwhelming panic in the plane (I should mention only 4 masks fell). But that led to a bit more panic- wait do I not get saved? Needless to say since I am writing this everything was fine and the panic subsided except for the little unease that came over me every time I looked over and saw them hanging there- the whole flight.

In Heathrow the day could not be longer. There’s only so much sitting a person can do. We went for breakfast, tried to nap on some chairs while eavesdropping on some workers discontentment rants about their jobs and catching them looking at us every once in a while.

Now sitting here listening to all the flight announcements thinking about all the places I could have chosen to go and I start to wonder- was this the right choice? I hear announcements for flights to Toronto and think about how for granted I take Toronto when I’m there and how sucky it is to leave all my friends and family. Then I hear announcements for Edinburgh- oh Edinburgh I love you….there’s something about hearing it’s name, thinking about it, talking about it that just feels right. I have always said I see myself settling in Toronto but maybe I jumped to that conclusion too soon. Or maybe I don’t want to be in Toronto or Edinburgh but they feel safe and easy. Who knows? Maybe I am just overtired, still a little drugged (from the gravol and melatonin) and I hate to say it but scared…

Scared or not- Cairo- here we come! (after a couple more hours waiting around Heathrow)