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jawnbcI feel love. Love to love.
NY was, to be concise, incredible. Both with respect to what we did and what has shifted in me. I am back in the light. I have (largely) stepped out of fear's shadows. Years ago I was stunned to learn how fear ruled my every waking moment. Then for many years I wasn't at all fearful. These last couple of years I have slowly slipped back into fearfulness.
I wrote a few thousand words about all this on my flight home last night. Which, by the way, was a comedy of errors. I got to the airport 3.5 hours early, only to discover my flight was cancelled in anticipation of thunderstorms. Luckily I was so early they got me on an earlier flight (I was booked 3pm, bumped to 5pm, but got on 130pm). 10 minutes before landing in Toronto they shut YYZ due to storms. We circled for an hour before being diverted to Ottawa (no deplane, didn't even pull up to the terminal). An hour plus later back in the air, arriving in YYZ at 615pm (rather than 230pm), missing flight.
Canada customs (surly fuck, were I in Vancouver I would've told him as much), claim bags, queue for rebooking, rebook, drop off transferred bag, go through security, call husband, wash face, buy crap food for flight, board 8pm flight. And then:
"Excuse me, is your name John Egan?"
[/install of-course-I-remember-you-but-really-have-no-fucking-idea-who-you-are-perhaps-a-former-student? face] "Yes!" *smiles beatifically*
"My name is Christopher Egan and they accidently checked you in for the flight under my name? Can you come to the gate?"
"Of course. One sec." *grabs gold frequent flyer card, boarding pass, poker face*
They tried to move me from 13A to 24F. Not.Gonna.Happen., particularly on a travel day like yesterday. Then she produced a bulkhead aisle seat, like a miracle. Landed 1015pm, home by 11pm (thanks again![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
toneyvr). An hour of work emails, a wonderful hot bath, and I fell asleep around 1am.
Feeling so close to my heart.
NY was, to be concise, incredible. Both with respect to what we did and what has shifted in me. I am back in the light. I have (largely) stepped out of fear's shadows. Years ago I was stunned to learn how fear ruled my every waking moment. Then for many years I wasn't at all fearful. These last couple of years I have slowly slipped back into fearfulness.
I wrote a few thousand words about all this on my flight home last night. Which, by the way, was a comedy of errors. I got to the airport 3.5 hours early, only to discover my flight was cancelled in anticipation of thunderstorms. Luckily I was so early they got me on an earlier flight (I was booked 3pm, bumped to 5pm, but got on 130pm). 10 minutes before landing in Toronto they shut YYZ due to storms. We circled for an hour before being diverted to Ottawa (no deplane, didn't even pull up to the terminal). An hour plus later back in the air, arriving in YYZ at 615pm (rather than 230pm), missing flight.
Canada customs (surly fuck, were I in Vancouver I would've told him as much), claim bags, queue for rebooking, rebook, drop off transferred bag, go through security, call husband, wash face, buy crap food for flight, board 8pm flight. And then:
"Excuse me, is your name John Egan?"
[/install of-course-I-remember-you-but-really-have-no-fucking-idea-who-you-are-perhaps-a-former-student? face] "Yes!" *smiles beatifically*
"My name is Christopher Egan and they accidently checked you in for the flight under my name? Can you come to the gate?"
"Of course. One sec." *grabs gold frequent flyer card, boarding pass, poker face*
They tried to move me from 13A to 24F. Not.Gonna.Happen., particularly on a travel day like yesterday. Then she produced a bulkhead aisle seat, like a miracle. Landed 1015pm, home by 11pm (thanks again
toneyvr). An hour of work emails, a wonderful hot bath, and I fell asleep around 1am.Feeling so close to my heart.
