After torrential rain and an unexplained car breakdown I’ve finally moved out of my house in Davis. In less than 24 hours (if you ignore the massive time change) I’ll be in London. A few hours after that, I’ll be at my flat.
I always worry too much and today was no exception. I left behind one of my good jackets, a nice pair of internship shoes and my towel, so that my bag would be under 70 lbs and accepted as overweight luggage. Come to find out at the airport that my bag wasn’t even overweight. Now I’m lamenting the loss of my one towel while planning an outing to Sainsbury’s. I’m assuming they’ll have towels, but I’m probably wrong. I am about most things.
I’m still not sure exactly how I’m getting to my flat. I have three options.
1: Pay five quid and try to blindly navigate the underground and bus systems with an enormous orange bag. Can you say walking target for pickpockets? Nothing screams tourist like someone with neon luggage looking nonplussed on the train.
2: Pay for a cab. It’ll probably cost around 50 quid, or a cool $100. Not to mention the only time I’ve ever taken a cab was from downtown Davis to South Davis, which is all of a 30 minute walk.
3: Try to get on Sky Shuttle, the equivalent of Cloud Nine. It’s mid-range price wise, pretty idiot proof, but generally requires a reservation which I wasn’t able to get yet.
So, in summary, I’ll wing it. Probably going to go for Sky Shuttle and if they can’t accommodate me I’ll probably toss a coin to choose between the other two.
But I’m glad to have things to worry about so I won’t get homesick. It’s probably going to be more of a problem when I’ll only have 4 hours of Internet access per week. I’m going to shrivel like a lawn in the desert.
In other news I love those of you that I know, those of you that I don’t and I wish all of you well.