It’s full circle as I have returned to England but I didn’t really notice the closing to of said shape until the airport started to become ghostly.
I’m getting my thoughts muddled up already though so I will begin at the beginning, which was the end of my original journey, so really I will start at the end, the other end that is…depending on which ends point of view, you may be considering yourself.
Climbing to whatever thousand feet it is in these cases, I threw myself into a book in order to not ruminate to deeply on leaving the US or Christina, Penny and the family. The book – A Christmas present from Nottingham based goodest friend Tom – called the Disaster Artist will have a review coming up soon so stand by for that.
The guy next to me probably couldn’t work out if I was crying with laughter or the other as we flew into Minneapolis, which was snow-covered but still couldn’t shake that depressing look of a bored tortoise.
So there I am, by now reaching hour seven of my wait for my nine hour wait for a seven and a half hour flight to London. That’s when it really occurs that it is I am at degree 360 of the curved thing I mentioned earlier. I couldn’t read or sit any longer, food had been eaten, I’d even been asked three times in five minutes by the angry lady in the bookshop if I needed help – to which I was tempted to reply Don’t you know who I am? and mention the blog and seem all high brow but didn’t because I am nice and didn’t want to get beaten up.
Doing laps around the medium-sized airport was my only option, as well as looking at the departures board, with its slowly dwindling number of planes. When people watching in a terminal becomes spot the passenger you know you are at the end of the day and with the quiet murmurings and lack of lighting this is when I am most content – not to be waiting – to be taking in the whole building not just a sea of people. It is peaceful and it is warming to know that most people are travelling home…it’s quite a bit of inner peace and the good kind of melancholy for me.
when the time finally arrived for us to embark on our flight I was happy to have staved off the boredom of the airport until the journey ahead of me loomed up…but i will post about the second half of my return next time…and the sadistic of you will be mightily relieved to know that it gets a lot worse than this.