Thursday Aug 11th – Friday Aug 12th
(I won’t be separating these two days due to time change messing with my noggin.)
Goodbye day π
I didn’t fly until 3:00 pm so it was at least a decent flight time and the morning wasn’t rushed.
Mom helped me pack, because who wouldn’t get a helping hand when filling a suitcase if it’s available? π
Travel necessities : Blanket, notebook and pen, cash kept in my handy dandy coin purse, headphones and jewellery close to my heart πππππΈ
I technically didn’t need the carry on for packing space but I needed it in the event that we travel somewhere and do require a carry on sized piece of luggage.
The solution? Fill with salt and vinegar chips π
Mom made Dad and I pancakes and bacon for a brunch before we left for the airport.
I drowned a stack of those in cherry syrup and savoured every bite ππ
Goodbye time came… I don’t know if 8 weeks has ever felt so fast.
The summer spent at home was a good one.
Full of family time, sunshine, love and laughter βππ«π«π«π«ππ«πβοΈ
Goodbyes don’t get easier.
I know that from having said them multiple times to Pro and the girls (Josh too;) but I now know it personally as well.
No need to go on and on about how many tears were shed and hugs shared but it’s sufficient to say, many π
As I said on an Instagram post, ‘How Lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard – Winnie the Pooh’, and that is very true.
I feel so blessed to have grown up with the family I did and I’m already counting the days until I see them again.
As far as travelling goes, my flights and baggage were all surprisingly on time.
I think it’s the first time I’ve ever had a whole travel experience without some small form of delay, mishap, missing luggage or grouchy airport staff.
Speaking of airport staff, it’s getting bad when you recognize some of the people working in the airport…you know you’ve traveled to much wheeeen π
(Of course you have the all on time, swell flights when your headed back to real life and not on the way to the actual fun bits π)
I had a three hour stop over in Minneapolis and no stop there is complete without eating at chick-Fil-A and getting a caffeine helper π
It was then a 7.5 hour flight to Amsterdam, where the hubster greeted me with roses and macaroons.
Not an awful way to be welcomed back into Holland ππ
I attempted to stay awake during the one hour drive back to John and Inge’s but I don’t know why, it was a futile attempt since I hadn’t slept a wink since 6:30 am, Thursday morning π
Once at the house I went to stretch out on the bed and that’s where I stayed until… I don’t really know until when.
It all gets foggy about what was done, when and I think the most accurate thing to say would be that I slept a fair bit, or was trying to sleep when I wasn’t yet asleep π
3:00 am: Hunger and jet-lag strike.
Thank goodness for the muffins Mike has bought that morning incase I’d felt like breakfast and also good thing that I HADN’T felt like breakfast π
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