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!
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i hate the whole flying thing. airlines suck. their main purpose in life is to make you (the paying customer) suffer. SUFFER! damndamn! you'll get your worldly possessions soon enough, my friend! Hey, it's a good excuse to go shopping...
Awww. But good things do happen like plane crashes in the hudson river with 100% survival rates and the chance that you got to see actual snow over break not to mention actually spend time at home in the land of the great and home of the brave!
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