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ditl: ldr travel day

 i dont know that i even need to say this, i think its a known fact, but im in an international long distance relationship! my girlfriend lives in northern poland, and i split my time between west wales and northern england. i thought you could come travel with me from northern england over to northern poland, dear reader, for a little ditl of being in a long distance relationship.


8am: wake-up call after 3 airport related stress dreams is a great start!

9:20am: i arrive at the train station in my home village after stopping for a bottle of lucozade on the way. the village chickens are screaming good morning, and its an oddly sunny day. i think its a good omen!






9:30am: first train of the day! i met a man, james, who has worked with greenpeace since 1974 to stop whaling! he was telling me all about his base jumping in australia, all about sharks, showed me his helmet, the whole lot. usually im not one for talking to a stranger, but honestly, this guy was sick as fuck. good luck to you in life, too, james!

10:15am: train number two, the long one. as i sit around for an hour and a half, staring at fields whizzing by, i wonder how many people on this train are going on holiday (it's a train to manchester airport, after all). i wonder how many others are excited to see someone. i wonder how many people just left their someone and are trying to keep it together. isn't life beautiful sometimes?



12:15pm: a walk through leeds, then a bus to the airport, which is actually in neither leeds nor bradford. the traffic is awful, but as my favourite internet moment goes, oobh i got plany off time :)

1:30pm: made it through security with only a small embarrassing moment (forgot a water bottle in my bag)! i showed up super early expecting a long line, but got no wait at all except for having my backpack checked because of the stupid water bottle. guess i have to sit here for 2.5h now? great!

3:50pm: finally boarded!! there's an empty middle seat in my row, and i have the window, so i know the head-on-table nap is gonna go crazy

5:10pm: woke up from a plane nap. woah. an hour until landing! i wonder, again, if anyone else on the plane is excited to see their person on the other end of this rocky flight. i wonder who's going home, who's going away, who's going out tonight, who's staying in with their person. i think about how lucky i am to have someone in my life that i'm willing to do this trip for, and i wonder if anyone here is as lucky as i am?

6:10+1h (make it 7:10): and we have touchdown! as we land i gaze out the window hoping to spot my girlfriends town, maybe even her car, but i fail :(

7:30: i pass border control, for the first time without stamps, and follow the arrows that read "exit to town" until i see nat and run up for a big hug and kiss! finally! they greet me with a bottle of apple and cherry tymbark, a chilli kabanosy, and chipsletten, my favourites!


8:15: we arrive home from the airport after a quick żabka stop for a pack of cigarettes, what more could a boy want? we make cheesy pesto pasta and eat while watching the phodcast before heading off to sleepytown zzz

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