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Thursday 25 April 2013

Got to say this has been a long day already and I'm only half way through his shift. Seven cups of coffee later and not realising I worked an extra twenty minutes are making me feel very like a daddy long legs bouncing around my local coffee shop, this time for a chai latte as its caffine free. I've got to say with cinnamon ontop and gingerbread syrup tastes a hell of a lot like Christmas! I feel there's not much to do on this particular break of an hour and a half and that spending my hard earned money on a £3 caffine free latte is the only thing to do, followed obviously by buying Omnoms (omnoms is short for M&ms, it's actually longer) for me and the other staff tonight. 13 hour shifts are a real pain but I have to say I kinda enjoy the feeling of going back into work refreshed, everyone always ask what I do or take on my break because I come back so happy. Well I'll tell you, it's mushrooms... No I'm kidding you obviously I don't need dragons in my peripherals thanks. The one thing that keeps me going is looking towards what my money is actually going towards, I know that within just over a month I'll be leaving again, you have to suffer to get the goods in this life. Little does the pain of this long shift know it's doing me a favour, more hours equals more money and that means more travel

Wednesday 24 April 2013

Reflecting on the stream of life. Poetic right?

Since I have been back home living the work, work and more work life I've been feeling the need to reflect upon the "Journey" I took myself on last year. The thing that strikes me most about the whole thing was how much of a dream away it feels, regardless of how far I went or how many people I met it still leaves me yerning for more. It worries me. Mainly because now I dont feel at home at home. Do other travellers feel the same? Or is it just me? I'd love to hear from other travellers how they feel about being home and how they've delt with their "post travel depression" (which I'll now call PTD) or even how other people wanting to see the world feel. Every couple of days I'll be adding to my travel blog and uploading the pictures for you all to see.

After buying the rucksack and new trainers (a must, although they require wearing in!) The day came to leave. I said my fairwells and set off to work with my Dad, who as a bonus, works at Manchester Airport meaning I didn't have to wait in ques and thanks to him chatting up the lady behind the desk got a seat upgrades to more legroom! And being 6"4 it was very much appreciated.

After the long flight from Manchester to Chicago (stopping in Dublin) I was here. I'd done it. I walked along the (thanks Dad for just telling me what it's called) Airbridge from my flight and stood looking out across the Chicargonion runway. A moment of panic struck me. What have I done. What I had done was quit my job and within four days left the country. Alone. After pacing and collecting my single backpack I left arrivals looking for Amy Lancaster, photographer https://www.facebook.com/amyvlphotography
and cousin who agreed to have me stay with her for a while and was graciously collecting me, she was nowhere to be found. So here I am thousands of miles from home in one of the biggest airports, I tried to sit down in the airport bar but was told to leave as I was only 20 at the time...

But thank God, there she was staring up at the arrivals board, we must of past eachother. The way we talk is not something like two people who dont see each other for 4 years at a time, she is not only a member of my family but also considered one of my best friends. So now we drive to pick up Chinese food to suprise the rest of my family, I always told them I'd turn up uninvited one day.


Thanks everyone, I am Home