23rd April 2019
Awake at 4.00am and on the road by 5.00am, I felt guilty because I was forcing my son to travel so early. I usually try for a mid-day flight, so I don’t remember why I chose the early one.
As we started the drive, I took one last look at the Jag glowing in the early light. It was an sad sight, and a little emotional. It meant such a lot to own such an amazing machine for six great years. I would always be grateful to Damian for such a generous gift, but he supported my decision, and it will go to a new owner who will get the same “wind in your hair” experience.
I have the memories, and that will make me smile.
One life experience changes into another, and with the completion of our new home on Friday there is a lot to look forward to.
Terminal 3 didn’t seem so busy as I expected, Damian believed that freaks and weirdos travel from there, and proper travellers fly from terminal 5.
I joined the freaks and weirdos
I was due out at 9.15, so I settled back in my seat, hoping the flight was not full. I flicked through the film selection trying to find the three to watch, and boy were there some dull sounding titles, but with the plane half empty, it will be a good flight.
The plane arrived fifteen minutes early, and the entire passport/ immigration process was less than ten minutes.
The train connecting the terminals was not in service, so we had to take a shuttle bus.
Passing through the security seemed a bit lax, there were no bins, didn’t have to take my laptop out, and my shoes stayed on my feet, maybe I joined the “old gits” gate.
There was a slight delay to the Grand Rapids flight, but Kelli was there to greet me with her great smile.
When we got back home, we popped next door to check out our new home. Although we didn’t have a key, we walked around the back yard, it was a decent size, not sit-on lawnmower large but manageable, I was excited.
Another Lifetime to go 