SO my week began with a delayed flight and missing my connection to Toronto at London Heathrow.
On one hand, there was stress, panic and feeling sick about having missed that connection; on the other hand, there was free food. And then there was the getting up the next day to repeat the whole airport security, reach the boarding gate, eight hours on a plane thing all over again.
Overall, not a fantastic start to a life-changing, crazy adventure to Toronto, Canada.
But stepping out of that government office today, my documents sorted, the sun shining, on my way into work for my first proper day in an outfit I thought was killer, I actually felt like I was walking on sunshine.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m still jet lagged to absolute shiz, half-asleep, home sick and currently carbed out of my nut, but I am starting to feel like I’m finally getting back into my groove.
I’m not sure what else a wee Glaswegian girl could ask for.
Except maybe a kettle. But I’m working on that.
I’m going to be blogging for the Saltire Programme ever week – so if you’re wanting to keep up with adventures elsewhere…catch me weekly here.