Boston Bound!

All may long, leading up to my trip people would me ask me; "So...are you excited for your trip??"
it was a weird thing for me.  In all honesty, i spent most of my time end of april beginning of may trying NOT to think about my trip to Boston. 

My previous experience has shown me that as big events in my life happen, i don't deal well with the change, even if it's a change i perceive as good.  I have anxiety issues, m'kay?  So i really threw my focus into everything else around me... my birthday, work, Chewie, family....life... and everytime someone asked i'd say: "i'm just so busy, i'm sure i'll be more excited as it gets closer."

well, it got closer and closer until it was here.  The day before i was to leave there was a possible measles scare at Chewie's daycare (it turned out NOT to be the horrible kind, it turned out not to be measles at all actually) but there was a panic of: "Laura!! The measles are so dangerous for pregnant women!!" and i have learned a valuable lesson; never google medical conditions...ever!! unless you want to be super paranoid and read all the worst possible scenarios.  Do. Not. Google. Pregnancy+Measles.  especially when you're pregnant.  

My dad picked me up to take me to the airport at 4:45 am.  My dad rocks. i could have taken a cab, but my dad said when i told him about the trip "Just let me know what time you want me to pick you up to take you to the airport."  he's great.

So he saw me off, and i took a deep breath and put one foot in front of the other and started off on my adventure. 

I half expected the cold sweats and the fear to settle in, but curiously - it never did.  I got my boarding pass at the counter and made some fun chit chat with the lady about my Sketchers Shape-Ups (which fucking rock, by the way)... went through the security gate, bought a coffee and settled down to wait for the first leg of my trip to begin.  Sitting at the gate i thought surely now the anxiety will start.  But it didn't.  I was so very pleasantly surprised... and i got on my plane and flew away from the prairies, from my little man Chewie, from my hubby... from my security, my safety blanket... off to new adventures!!

The view of the Skatch as seen from my window seat at the back of the plane.

as the plane touched down in YYZ (that's Toronto Airport to you, but you RUSH fans knew that, right?) i made my way off the plane and only lost my luggage briefly - see i had to pick it up and take it through customs and then check it again.  So i went to the baggage claim for my flight and waited... and waited... and started getting nervous... my bag was not coming... then i heard a voice on the overhead speakers say something about Canadian flights with American connections should pick up their bags at [muffle muffle muffle] on Level 2.  Okay, so i'm on the wrong floor, but i have no idea where Muffle Muffle Muffle is... so i found my way back up to the second level and tried to follow the signs for American connections..... 

Seriously? i had to ask someone and she directed me to this counter, kinda off to the side where a man sat at a podium in front of a locked door... there was no way i would have found that by myself.  He needed to see all my papers, my passport, everything before letting me in the door to find my bag circling the carousel.  I grabbed it and hightailed it to customs - Ah, American Customs.  I think they're paid to look unimpressed and to not smile.  There is no crackin' them.  And those stony exteriors can really throw a person for a loop, especially a canuck!  We are so freakin' nice...all the time... its weird to come face to face with someone who doesn't even smile when you say hello.  NOTHING!!

Anyway, i stumbled over my words, nervous cuz this guy would not smile... but made it through with flying colours and off to security.  i haven't had the pleasure of an international flight since all the world went to hell and planes started flying into buildings.  It was painless enough, but its kinda terrifying to have people scrutinize you that way and you can tell that no matter how trust worthy you are, or you look... they don't trust you...  and i've never had to take my shoes off before either.  really made me wish i had worn socks.

yeah.

I made it through, though, and had time to buy a sandwich for lunch and read a few chapters of my book before my plane started boarding for Boston.