12 months of planning and a few false starts later and the
day was finally upon us. September 1st
1993. There are tales of me locking myself in the bathroom on the morning of
our departure but I have no idea where these came from. My mom still insists to this day that it
happened but it is not something I remember doing. What I do recall of that morning was my
sister, my strong sister who never cries, crying and telling me to make sure I
stayed safe and came back. That will bring a lump to your throat.
A couple of hours later and we were at Heathrow airport
ready to begin the journey of a life time. There were photos of us with our
backpacks and all of that malarkey and then that was it, we said our goodbyes
and headed to the departure lounge. I am
sure we were both nervous and excited in equal parts but the prospect of 14
hours on a plane will help to keep you in check. Next stop Thailand .
People keep asking me if I was excited and the best answer is ..about as excited as you can be at the prospect of a 14 hour flight.
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