Of course that time had to come…. That unfortunate time where I have to go home. Hardly ever am I happy to go home. I get settled somewhere, I start a routine then it gets ruined. As most of my friends will tell you, I do NOT do well saying goodbyes and tears are fairly inevitable. Go ahead and bring the Kleenex as a precaution.
Alas, the time did come for my trip to Ireland to end. I like to think of this as Phase 1 with more to come, but honestly who knows if or when I will get to go back. I’m hoping for the best, but expecting the worst per usual. I woke up the morning of my flight to discover that it had already gotten delayed a little bit due to a storm in Philadelphia where I was flying into. Not a bad way to start my day since I already didn’t want to leave. I had stayed up wayyyy too late the night before and had done a terrible job of packing so I jumped on that and then had breakfast with a coworker who was coming to relive me. Pretty soon the morning had flown by and I was off to the airport.
Once I arrived at Dublin’s airport I found that my 11:30 AM flight that had gotten pushed back to 1:30 PM was now pushed back to 4:30 PM… Cool. I jumped into one line only to realize 10 minutes later, oh I can actually be in this line to get my boarding pass. I wait in that line allll the way until I get up to the front only to find out that I was supposed to stay in the first line. Long story short, I had to wait in multiple lines for several hours for them to just give me my ticket and put me on a different connecting flight back to DFW. Such a mess!
The cool thing about flying directly to the states from Dublin is that the Dublin Airport is one of only a few places in the world outside of the US where you can do American Customs before even reaching the states! However, I wish I had known that once you get through customs, there is literally NOTHING in that section of the airport. I sat there for four hours hungry and without an electrical socket. Good thing the battery in my laptop lasted as long as it did or this post would have been a tad less enthusiastic.
Fortunately the flight delays were over at this point and I did get to leave Ireland at 4:30.
I got into Philly around 8pm, which is the WEIRDEST thing to have an exceptionally long day like that. My layover was basically two seconds long and then I got crammed into the tiniest seat I have ever been on in my entire life. Thanks, US Airways for giving a shorter-than-average girl about zero leg room. What if I had been three inches taller? Being 5’5 is usually only a struggle when there is something I need on a top shelf, not when sitting on a domestic flight to Dallas. That plane could probably not have been more disgusting and I will be avoiding US Airways in the future. I had to fly them a lot in college since it was either them or Delta that left from my college town, but now I live in a major city and don’t have to be stuck with choices like that anymore.
I got to Dallas in one piece and so did my luggage! I picked up another suitcase while I was over there and I had no idea if all three of them would make it, but we did it! My bags were also some of the first on the luggage belt so that’s alway a plus.
My little gremlin, Karma, was happy to see me again too 🙂 That is always the best part about coming home.
Even though now that Ireland is over (for the moment at least) I will still keep posting about travel, life, Dallas, and anything else I want! 🙂 Check back ever so often to see what I have going on and if you have any suggestions for me for topics or things you want to hear about send me a message in the comments!