September 2008- Day three of married life in the UK; Having shipped out to London from NYC over the weekend, I find myself on Monday morning reflecting on my experiences. My flight over was generally uneventful- all the people I shared my seating sections with kept to themselves, either crying with their head down or pushing their seat back to jam my food tray in my lap. The crying babies on the plane were a joy in comparrison for signs of life. My vegetarian dinner and inflight purchase of playing cards were the highlights. However, I just wanted to arrive and go home to sleep.
When my plane landed, I was waved right into the country. An extreme 360 degrees from the last time when I nearly got deported. I actually was puzzled for not being detained. But, since I stopped hanging out with Saddam Hussein(R.I.P), I guess I'm off the most wanted criminals list....But I had all my proper documents ready if questioned. I was so tired from my traveling somehow I gained super strength to quickly grab my bags and wheel them directly into my husband, paciently waiting at the exit. We couldn't find the car. I couldn't stay awake.
Back at home, I finally slept for about four hours. My jet lag isn't as bad today but it was much worse yesterday when I woke up at six am. That morning, I had much energy and headed to a new local park where my husband was competing in a race. Unknown to myself, one of the cordinators convinced MH(my husband) to use me as a volunteer. Ok great! I was a bit surprised but I was handed an orange vest and placed as a Marshal to direct a mob of runners on their first turn. That's right Marshal #1 because I never had been to the park and my position was the closest to the exit. So, there I was at 10 am waving my Doctor Who magazine to the left wearing this vest on top of my black jumper. Later, a woman told me that she dated MH when she was a teen. I never asked, but I didn't understand exactly what she had meant until MH confirmed it. Good times...I love meeting new people. (really, I do but right now I look alot like Kenny from South Park, I stick out and feel enclosed with some people).
Most of today has been confined to unpacking and errans. I'm trying to stay busy and re-learn the ins and outs of London. I think I would like to have a job soon, I do like writing on blogs but I need to stop to figure out how to travel to interviews. A travel card is in my horizon and I need to go buy out an orange parka, as at least it does keep warm as the cold weather will be approaching.
