London

This is the first time I’ve posted something from my phone, so I apologise if it looks a bit skiwiff on your screens, but I thought I’d make the most of the last of my 3G connection and also the 4 hour wait.

I spent the whole weekend trying not to jinx myself for today. I yelled at everyone who was optimistic enough to assume the weather would be fine. I even made emergency back up plans to head to Dublin from Belfast (drive of course) and book a last minute flight to London Heathrow incase the snow showed no signs of abating. Thankfully, it really only seemed to be bad up where we lived (bull dozers in a residential area are not a common sight-it was quite exciting really!).

But actually, now that I have safely arrived in London Heathrow and I’m ‘patiently’ waiting for the next leg, I realise that I am soooo nervous. I can actually feel my heart fluttering in my chest and I can’t quite get rid of that heaviness that sits behind my heart; no amount of sighing is clearing that burden. It’s times like this that I wish I was a yogi, something about releasing your tensions on your breath. I’m pretty sure people would think I was crazy if I started doing yoga in the middle of Terminal 4 though. Even my books are not saving me from my thoughts. I just can’t distract myself enough from how terrified and apprehensive I feel. And hungry. I’m definitely also hungry.

Perhaps I should eat and make that my next micro-mission.

More later.