My Journey Part 1

My Journey – Part 1

Okay, my journey began in Doncaster where I caught the train Monday afternoon to London Kings Cross station. I had a very tearful goodbye with my sister Kerry, Jenna Duffy and Megan Wainwright; two of my best friends. The goodbye wasn't as emotional as I wanted it to be as I got on the train due to some useless family who stole my thunder! Yes that is right, some silly girl got on the train and her friend was also suppose to get on. She decided to leave it until the last minute when the train conductor blew the whistle – THEN she decided to meander across the platform to the doors as they were shutting. There was a massive outburst from the girl inside the train as well as the family and friend being angry on the other side. At this point all I could do was stare at the family in shock that they would actually be angry when it was their own stupid fault. I was at the station 30 minutes before my train was due in and 10 minutes before it arrived I was stood waiting on the platform.

Anyways – back to me :D

So, we were all watching this family and did not get our sad waves goodbye in. The train left and I went to find my seat. I walked through the carriage with my large, hefty suitcase and was happy to find my reserved seat was at a table. But when I got there, there were a couple of people already sat there in my seat. I explained to them - “It looks like you're sitting in my seat.” The woman looked at me gone out, as if I was talking in a foreign language. I saw the seat next to her was empty and I then said, “but it is okay, I'll go put my case somewhere and I can sit there.” I wasn't going to be picky at this point, a chair is a chair. I still had tears streaming down my face and I just wanted to sit down.

I got to the end of the carriage where the luggage racks were and to my dismay, they were full. There was no other holders within the carriage which would mean leaving my luggage somewhere else where I could not see it from my reserved seat. Sighing, I made my way to the passage where the doors to the train are. There was a seat attached to the wall so I sat there with my suitcase for the next two hours to London. When I arrived at Kingscross, my Uncle picked me up and drove me to his house where I stopped for the evening. I went to bed around 10.30 and slept like a rock until 7.30 which is when I woke up to get ready for my journey out of the UK.

At 9.30 I waited for the taxi to come to Camden Town to pick me up and take me to Heathrow airport. This journey was the most nerve-racking and left me feeling anxious and sick. It took a full hour to get to the airport and when I arrived there, I needed to wait a full hour before my plane even came up on the board to tell me which entrance to use.

To be continued...