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"Great seats....Great success!!"
For the first time in my life I've boarded the plane and been seated left of the cabin door...AND...get this....On the upper deck!
(Now, my intention here is to fool you into assuming I'm travelling first class to New York.)
Well, unfortunately that is not the case, however, every word of that opening statement is true.
I'm seated in 79A onboard this Boeing 747-400, 7 hour 40 minute Virgin Atlantic flight from London Heathrow to JFK, NYC. ( Imagine that spoken in an holding the nose flight attendent voice. Bing-Bong!)
This small section of 36 seats on the upper deck are the best I've ever had. A window seat with a ledge to stow my essentials. There aren't any seats behind, therfore eliminating the annoyance of other passengers kicking and pulling on the back of my seat whilst I'm attempting to apply the second coat of my nail varnish. Not one single baby or noisy child to be seen or heard. Above all great looking male flight attendents (although I'm assuming that they must be gay).
I've left behind a chilli but beautiful sunny London. These last few days in the UK have been unusually warm for the time of year............oh god, listen to me....typical Brit, going on about the weather. so anyway.......
If I'm honest I'd been absolutely dreading when the time was upon me to bid farewell to my friends and family.
The "Bon Voyage" boat trip aboard the Boston Belle a few weeks before my departure gave us a chance to party together. We all dressed nautically, ate buffet, reminisced about good times and spoke excitedly about future adventures.
Over the weeks I've gathered together a collection of messages from everyone. the pages are filled with good wishes and tasks set for me to achieve. Some of which include; seeing The Naked Cowboy in Times Square. Taking a "foot picture" in front of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. Attempting to convince an American that I'm related to the Queen and taking a pic of the Hollywood sign.
Leaving Boston at 7am this morning reminded me of how I felt at the age of 11 starting my first day at school. I'd packed far too much in my bag. It was heavy, but there certainly was nothing what-so-ever I could possible leave behind.
Mum was faffing and tweeking my clothes and I had butterflies caused by a mix of excitement, anticipation and anxiousness.
Final farewells were not easy. There were plenty of tears!
Leaving Peterborough train station bound for Kings Cross, it was time to dry the tears, step out solo, realise the reality of my dreams and go for it. No looking back!
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Cynthia Emami Darling Emma...I am going to start reading your blogs...if this is the start, then I have an adventure in store...as you know I lived in a neighboring town ( Bourne ) in England- now we meet here in Southern California..U.S.A....looking forward to travelling with you on your blog!
Sue Gosling hi emma how the time as flown by since the day we said goodbye at peterborough station.Thank goodness for the internet keeping intouch with you makes it feel that we are not thousands of miles apart.I wake up in the mornings to see what exciting things you have been doing.Carry on following that dream darling knows where it will lead you. MUM XXX