The good thing about my irregular sleeping schedule is that I'm actually quite bright and chipper despite the fact it's 1AM back home. The downside is that I wasn't able to sleep very much on the plane.
As predicted, I finally had my “I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING” moment while thousands of feet up in the air, followed shortly by my “I CAN'T BELIEVE I WAS CRAZY ENOUGH TO WANT THIS TO HAPPEN” moment. This was all complimented by my desire to adopt a normal person sleeping pattern, so naturally all I ended up with was a moderate headache.
But in all seriousness, I actually can't believe I'm doing this. I don't think the full reality has hit me yet - 8 months away from home: 5 months studying in Rotterdam, 1 month journeying Camino Santiago de Compostella with my Dad, and 2 months to explore (which is another way of saying that I haven't quite thought that far in advance yet).
And now, here I am, 7 hours into my journey and I've already broken out into a sweat. But that's more so because my Toronto-London flight was delayed, leaving me with exactly 20 minutes to travel three terminals over and locate my gate. Fortunately, after coaxing some security staff to let me skip the line, and then sprinting as fast as my I Exercise Once Every Two Months self could take me, I boarded the plane breathless, frazzled, shoes untied, but very much on time.
Note to self: must get in shape so that future gate sprinting initiatives do not result in your sweaty self scaring off adjacent passengers. And also so that you survive the Camino.
Now excuse me, I'm going to attempt to calm my hyperventilating self and get some sleep. I have a First Day in Rotterdam to prepare myself for, and sleepwalking Katrina isn't quite as likeable as the awake model.