As I write this, I am 37,000 feet in the air and 817 miles from London. The excitement is finally starting to set in. In less than two hours I’ll be at Heathrow and the chaos will begin: finding our bags, a subway ride, navigating to a hotel who most likely won’t let us check in…and then seeing all. the. things.
Typically when I fly I have anxiety but this time has been a little different. When I left my parents’ house in Tulsa I was so preoccupied with separation anxiety from Emmalie that I didnt really dwell on the actual traveling part too much. I know logically she’ll be fine and that our families will enjoy spending time with her, but, dang, I’m going to miss that kid so much. To make matters worse she was napping when we left so I feel like I didn’t get to give her a much needed hug and kiss goodbye.
The ride from Tulsa to Chicago was kind of bumpy. Those small planes usually are. It wasn’t very long–maybe an hour and a half. Most of the time I watched videos of my kid on my phone. I know, I know… Probably a little excessive. But there wasn’t anything else to do and it was a good way to keep my mind off the flight itself.
Our layover in Chicago wasn’t long. We had just enough time to find our next terminal and eat some dinner. Much, much better than the disaster layover we had on the way home from France with my parents and 2011. I tried to get a good glimpse of the city for when I go back there with my friends in a few months but there’s only so much that can be seen from an airplane.
The plane we’re on now isn’t bad. There have been a few patches of turbulence but that’s to be expected on an 8 hour flight. I’m not sure what it is about being on planes that bothers me. Usually by the end of the flight I’m fine. It’s just the taking off, turning, and turbulence that make me feel a little wonky. Probably some sort of vertigo or claustrophobia or control issue. Maybe paranoia too. My doctor gave me some medicine that seems to help.
In flight entertainment has had it’s ups and downs. We blew through the three episodes of Big Bang Theory on my iPad in the first hour of the Chicago to London leg. Zach watched Gangster Squad but I fell asleep. The screens in the back of the seats are playing some movies too. Zach watched the Oz movie but once again, I tried to rest my eyes. Our flight arrives at 7:00 London time and I don’t want to lose an entire day of vacation to being exhausted.
Speaking of flight times, I’ve taken a few of these Chicago to London flights now and I might say this one is my favorite. At this point at least I don’t feel as exhausted as usual. There’s a six hour time difference between Tulsa and London. So according to Zach’s watch, it’s 11:59 back home. It’s 5:59am in London. We’re 597 miles out now.
Looks like they’re about to bring the drink cart around once last time. Maybe if I’m lucky I’ll get a croissant. In the meantime I suppose I’ll listen to music and see if my husband has anything to say… Pretty sure he’s tired. No sleep for him.