Standing in the airport, waiting for the other 3 to arrive, the months ahead still seemed rather surreal. I felt as though it would all happen in blocks of time, little sections, rather than everything in one. It was difficult to get my head around the realization that once I got on that plane, I wouldn't see people at home again (in person) for half a year, the longest I've ever gone without seeing my family.
My parents, my younger siblings: Elena and Archie and my boyfriend, Connor, came to see me off at Gatwick on Monday. Pictures were taken, presents, cards and letters exchanged and goodbyes were said. But everyone delayed for longer and longer until I just wished we could go, and have it over and done with. The wrenching away is what hurts the most, after that the journey begins!
The plane journey was EPIC. At least, the first one was. The latest movies, big meals and a complimentary blanket. After 8 hours of top entertainment, we arrived in Dubai. A rather beautiful airport but also rather big. We were headed for gate 119 for our connecting flight to Calcutta. The gate numbers ranged to 260 when we stepped into the terminal and later on signs appeared for gates up to 360! we rushed down probably the entire length of the building down those walk-along conveyor-belts you get in airports, just hoping that our gate existed and that we'd get there on time.
An hour later we were taking off from Dubai on a slightly less extravagant flight on out way to the bustle and the heat.
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