Okay, since it is mid-afternoon and I'm procrastinating, I'll start with yesterday.
Afternoon: read about Verdun 1916 and took notes. got bored and stared at the ceiling.
Dinnertime: went to Chez Gaston, a French cafe with the other flat; had a ratatouille crepe that was delectable.
Evening into Night: walked to the Kings Arms with the girls to have a drink; Amy, Alex, Michelle and her friend left and my flatmates and I stayed and met up with some of the people from Iffley. Much hilarity ensued. Wandered slowly back to Merifield in the rain.
After Midnight: played online until I realized it was almost 2 am. Went to sleep.
This Morning: ate breakfast and walked in to the city centre to spend the afternoon in the Radcliffe Camera; read French General Henri Philippe Petain and German General Erich von Falkenhayn's records of the battle for Verdun. Got bored. Left, walked to the porter's lodge to check if my suitcase had arrived and....IT DID!!!!!!!
This Afternoon: Trekked from Wadham to the bus stop with my errant suitcase who has now been named Philippa. Thought that an appropriate name for a suitcase that took a side trip to Ithaca, NY. Went back to my room and unpacked while watching Center Stage and dancing around my room. Am now procrastination.
Such a good 24 hours. No lie.
Friday, 16 January 2009
Wednesday, 14 January 2009
Not all who wander are lost...but sometimes their baggage is.
Well ladies and gents, I'm back in Oxford. After much panic and ado in Minnesota because of the three plus inches of snow dumped on us on Monday causing my flight to Newark to be delayed, I have made it across the ocean only slightly worse for the wear. I managed to sleep most of the plane ride and the entire bus ride to Oxford so I only slept for 10 hours today instead of the expected 12!
Here's the thing: as I am the poster child for Murphy's Law, it would be far too easy/convenient/lucky that everything turned out perfectly. Fortunately, my life did not disappoint. I got off the plane, went through passport control, didn't get lost in Heathrow, etc, without any problems. Then I got to baggage claim and waited...and waited and waited and waited and waited. No suitcase. At first I didn't panic. I figured it was just running late being removed from the plane or something. Then my imagination took over and I was terrified that somehow, because it was overpacked, a seam split and all of my stuff was scattered all over the cargo hold of the plane. With that semi-entertaining image in mind, I went to the baggage claim desk, gave the lady my claim thing and waited. She checked in the computer and told me that my suitcase had not even made it on the plane in Minneapolis. Not cool. At this point, I dissolved into tears (being short on sleep, hungry, stressed, thinking all my worldly possessions had been lost....). The lady at the counter has probably seen it all so the tears pouring down my cheeks didn't seem to bother her. She told me that they would get my bag on a flight to England as soon as possible and then they would have it sent to my college in Oxford.
So now I wait. I bought a toothbrush and I have enough underwear to last me a while; I'm just really really worried that my bag will never make its way back to me. I miss my clothes!!! For now I wear the clothes that I don't really like (because thats what I had left in Oxford before Christmas) and do laundry more often--which I think is one of the worst parts of this whole ordeal!
Here's the thing: as I am the poster child for Murphy's Law, it would be far too easy/convenient/lucky that everything turned out perfectly. Fortunately, my life did not disappoint. I got off the plane, went through passport control, didn't get lost in Heathrow, etc, without any problems. Then I got to baggage claim and waited...and waited and waited and waited and waited. No suitcase. At first I didn't panic. I figured it was just running late being removed from the plane or something. Then my imagination took over and I was terrified that somehow, because it was overpacked, a seam split and all of my stuff was scattered all over the cargo hold of the plane. With that semi-entertaining image in mind, I went to the baggage claim desk, gave the lady my claim thing and waited. She checked in the computer and told me that my suitcase had not even made it on the plane in Minneapolis. Not cool. At this point, I dissolved into tears (being short on sleep, hungry, stressed, thinking all my worldly possessions had been lost....). The lady at the counter has probably seen it all so the tears pouring down my cheeks didn't seem to bother her. She told me that they would get my bag on a flight to England as soon as possible and then they would have it sent to my college in Oxford.
So now I wait. I bought a toothbrush and I have enough underwear to last me a while; I'm just really really worried that my bag will never make its way back to me. I miss my clothes!!! For now I wear the clothes that I don't really like (because thats what I had left in Oxford before Christmas) and do laundry more often--which I think is one of the worst parts of this whole ordeal!
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