So, here we go again.
New duffel bag purchased (the old one is just too damaged to make the trip), and packed, new carry on purchased and soon to be packed.
One thing this incredible mis-adventure has taught me to have a spare toothbrush, a spare pack of all medication, and a pair of pajamas in my carry-all, which is why I purchased the new hard-sided wheel case in the first place. That and the fact that my shoulder can no longer handle carrying my laptop anymore; so the old laptop shoulder bag went (empty) into the check luggage, and all the electronics go into the new wheelie bag. Which balances nicely on top of the new duffle bag (with the aid of a bungee cord) after all, I’ve only got to manhandle all three bags up the gangway and back down again in July. Airports are not much difficulty as they have trolleys.
I doesn’t really feel like I’ve been home, possibly because I wasn’t supposed to be. It’s true that this wasn’t precisely how I had anticipated going into the newest leg of my journey as a ship-girl, but perhaps I should be grateful for it. After all, if I can survive this (and I’ve since found out that Silv used my epic mis-adventure as a cautionary tale for her own travel department) I can survive anything.
The Office has been great about keeping me in the loop as far as all my travel plans go, I know who’s meeting me at the airport and when. Ask me if I’m scared? A little perhaps, perhaps gunshy might be the best word…
But hey, there’s nothing else to do but go onward right?
Which for me, means that tomorrow I’ll be getting on a plane headed – you guessed it – back to the middle east