En Route!

It's been such a long day.
Like I said, I woke up around eight thirty and gave up on any more sleep - that clearly was no longer an option. Instead, I get up, make tea and have a few biscuits. I remember flying here, how hungry I was the entire day because I just did not eat in the morning... or the afternoon for that matter. That shan't be the case today, I really want to eat a lot so I don't end up running on reserves by the end of the day. I check my emails, finally something from my Mother. I haven't heard from her in a good five days; she says the internet is still playing up. I definitely need to give them a call and complain when I get back because this isn't good enough. I shower and pack some final bits. Eat some waffles. Sit with the dog. Lay on the bed. So many different things to do, I can't settle. My flight isn't until tonight, we're not leaving for hours yet. I simply can't decide what to do with myself. I feel so antsy. I feel like Kelsey, she gets like this more often than I do. I don't like it. I can't sit still.We eventually leave around two pm. Earlier than we said but I'm quietly thankful - I don't think I could've sat for another thirty minutes. I know I'm sat in the car but at least we're doing something, we're en route instead of stationary. I have a secret dread that my suitcase is going to weigh too much. Shit, I don't even have enough money to pay for it if it comes to that. Money has been a nightmare this summer but it's ok, it's over now, I can start paying back. 
We finally reach Whole Foods and, of course, it doesn't let me down. It's perfect as usual. I get a delicious sandwich and then a chocolate cupcake for afterwards - like I said, I want to eat a lot today. As we're eating there is a thunderous boom, an almighty clap - it momentarily knocks the thoughts out of my head. I follow the gaze of every other person in the building and avert my eyes toward the window. It appears the heavens have opened. To say it was raining would be a horrendous understatement. It was pouring, sheeting, tipping, bucketing down. All of the above, combined. It was raining so hard that the drops (drops being the operative word, perhaps it would be more accurate to call them something that would imply a bigger droplet) were bouncing off the pavement. The sound of the rain hitting the tin roof was bone shattering, it were as if the roof could've caved in. Then came the thunder. The bgigest clap of thunder I have witnesed since my arrival in the States. The lightning comes almost immediately. It's unbelievable. Yes, the clouds looked ominous on the drive and yes, it was supposed to rain today but no one expected this! This is something else, out of this world. The weather never fails to shock me in this country .It's amazing. If I weren't going to be on a plane in only a few hours I would be tempted to go out and dance in it, to soak up Mother Nature, to open my arms to the skies! But, I can't. I have a plane to catch, a car to sit in, no change of clothes! Instead, I just observe from within the store walls. I save half my sandwich for later, all the quotes from our Honet Teas are ones I've not had before. I love that. I promise myself not to buy much, to save some money for the airport. I still buy a new incense burners though, it has the Hindu symbol on it. I love what that symbol stands for but that's a whole other entry. I buy a cookie too, for after my second sandwich sitting. We're done and we still have fortyfive minutes to kill.
We drive down to the mall, it's not too far from where we are and it's closer to the airport. Kels and I obviously find H and M and it's there it begins. It's always the same tell tale signs that happen first. My temparature goes up, I'll yawn even if I'm not tired. It will feel as if my temples are being pulled inwards.There will be a weird sickness feeling in my stomach, one that isn't the same to any other stomach ache unless it is this situation. It leads to a combination of me wanting throw up everywhere and faint. I hate it. I can't get rid of it, either, which is the worst bit. All the helps is laying in a cool, dark room in silence but that isn't an option here so while they go in Sears, I sit outside and close my eyes. I don't want the last hour I spend here to be spent in a mood. They don't take long and before I know it, we're back in the car and on our way to the airport. We're over taken by a fire truck. I feel like that's a bad sign. I wind down the window and rest my head against the cool glass while the breeze runs through my hair. It feels a lot better, I'm starting to feel better too now. Brilliant, there is a car in the middle of the road, absolutely smashed to pieces. The road is closed so we have to go a different route. A very bad sign. We turn around and take another route. I feel like we'll never get there. I don't want to leave but I just want to be on the plane already. I want to get all this waiting and such over and done with. I get paranoid and antsy in this stage of travelling, irritable. I don't like it and nor will anyone else. 
We eventually pull up at the airport and we jump out while U. Ed goes to park the car. We check my bag in, it's five kilograms overweight, that's a forty pound fine. A. Julie pays for it and I promise I'll mail the money as soon as I can, she said she doesn't mind. We sit about and wait until we are four again and they take me up to security. I've already taken off all my jewellery and I'm being super polite to everyone I speak to - Americans like that, the're big on manners here. The guy at security is acting like a dick, giving me a million instructions on how to place my bag when all he needed to say was 'place it flat on the conveyor belt please' but no, he had to be awkward didn't he, the bellend. For once, I go through the metal dector without it beeping on me. I almost breathe a sigh of relief but that would probably arouse suspicion so I breathe it in my head instead. I don't go off but my bag does. There's always something! The woman is friendly when she asks me what's in the bag and friendlier still when I tell her just books and a camera. We talk about iPads vs real books while she searches my bag. She's nice, doesn't find anything dodgy so she lets me on my way. I tell her to have a very good night. Stop off to use the bathroom and then buy some Fiji water (thinking of Kels on that one, Fiji water has a good Ph level) and then off to my gate. I get there super early so I get a good seat, nice and chill.
While I'm sat I decide to give my Mother a call, she recognizes my voice straight away and apparently so does Toby so he and I chat for a moment until he loses interest (which doesn't take long seeing as he is a cat) she tells me she can't wait to see me and she'll be at the airport for just after ten so I don't have to wait around. It will be so good to see her again, I've never gone this long without seeing my Mother, it's bloody lovely to hear her voice again, in all honesty. We hang up because it's late her time and I go to the bathroom again. I strike up conversation with the lady sitting opposite me. We chat for a while, it's a nice break to the solitary confinement that will be my mind during this flight. I sit, I read, I organize my bag.
We eventually board the plane and that's where I am writing this, seat 37K, next to a slumbering seat 37J (she's nice). I don't know how I manage it but every plane I have ever been on, I have sat by the window and I have flown to Florida once, to Italy twice and to Germany three times and now to Philadelphia! I'm always lucky enough to get a seat with a view, and what a view it is tonight. I literally cannot get over how gorgeous it is. It's as if there are no inland lights, but all the lights along the water's edge have been turned out, just illuminating the coast. It's gorgeous. I don't know which state it is to my right but if I concentrate long enough I can see the movement of lights on the highway. It's the yellow orange glow that pictures just do not prepare you for. Nothing could ever prepare me for being this close to the moon, the stars. I can see them all from here! Admittedly the lights from within the plane ruin the view a bit but still, it's a glorious sight layed out from the otherside of my window to the end of eternity. The moon has never looked brighter, I'm so grateful it's not a cloudy night. The Stewards keep asking me to shut the blind because it'll soon be getting light out as it's almost 5am in England but we won't be getting light for ages yet, still a good five hours until we land so we've got a bit of darknes to go yet. It's an ethereal kind of beauty. We could absolutely be the last ones alive, up in the air, surrounded by this gorgeous sea of blue sky, occasionally dotted with diamonds of fire and we'd never know about it. For once I'm amongst it, instead of observing it. I can't get over how this feels right now. Tonight, we could forget about the sun, we could forget the sun is the center of the Universe, tonight it seems as though the moon is the center of it all. The moon is the be all and end all of existence, eternity, everything. I had to write this as I'm seeing it because if I waited I wouldn't be able to know the lexis to use in the morning, surrounded by light and plain old England and reality. My reality. 
I've drunk in the view, I can see it now with my eyes closed. It will for be an image I will remember for the rest of my life. But for now, it is time to sleep. I'm getting delirious: it's 2am in the time zone I am leaving and 5am in the time zone I am entering. AKA sleep o clock! Goodnight, sweet dreams and have a lovely day tomorrow!