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Jun. 8th, 2013 11:31 pmI am back in the United States! I was, oh god, in transit for twenty-four hours again -- well, I was up for more than twenty-four hours, I was in transit for about twenty-two. OH JOY. A semi flipped over on I-90 eastbound, so the shuttles were delayed. We stopped to pick up the passengers that had been stranded in North Bend when they closed the Pass for about three hours to clear the road (the other shuttle took the Yakima-bound passengers, we took the Ellensburg-bound passengers), and then the girls sitting behind me started talking about how this was their worst travel experience ever, their trip took eight hours instead of two, which, okay, BUT...ladies, have I got some stories to tell you about terrible travel experiences. But at this point it was late enough that I was too exhausted to make poor conversational decisions, thankfully (it was about eleven pm, a.k.a., wow, it is like five in the morning in England).
...but I did eventually make it back home. Weirdly, this is the second time coming back from England that the shuttle has been delayed or cancelled and the five o'clock shuttle has had it much worse than the eight o'clock, which is what I've been taking because of when the BA flight from Heathrow gets in. My actual travel experience getting from Leicester to Seattle was relatively painless except for the nine and a half hour flight, but even that wasn't too bad. I mean, for a nine and a half hour flight that was delayed by about an hour. I read my book, started my other book, watched Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (verdict: violent, way incestuous which I'm obviously into, but I'm strongly side-eyeing the part where they have to violently murder all the (female) witches) and Rise of the Guardians (verdict: whoa, I loved it, which really surprised me because I didn't expect to. The last time I watched an animated movie on the plane it was Up and I kind of hated Up. But Rose of the Guardians did some things that I really loved and I want to see it again).
Presumably because I spent all of yesterday hauling my suitcase around England and America, I woke up this morning and my arms were killing me. Have been killing me all day, although less so now. I'm sure my wrist problems don't help (I was in mild agony at a couple points yesterday because I had no options for doing anything for them aside from some stretches and sitting there weeping), but given that the pain is not focused on my wrists and I put in that much effort, I feel fairly safe in saying it's not related.
I started reading The Fellowship of the Ring on the plane and, because I haven't reread LotR in over ten years, I forgot that I used to have the hugest fictional character crush on book!Merry. He was probably my third book crush (after Odysseus and Jack Clayton/Korak). That part at the beginning where the Sackville-Bagginses are all, "You're not a Baggins, you -- you're a Brandybuck!" to Frodo and Frodo says, "Did you hear that Merry? That was an insult, if you like." "It was a compliment," said Merry Brandybuck, "and so, of course, not true." MERRY <3 <3 <3 I haven't read these in so long, I forgot that Merry was actually the sensible caretaking one in the books. (I love the movies, but man, I can't see Dom Monaghan's Merry here at all, though I'm not that far into it, so we'll see.)
Er, and the main point of this post is: I am back at home! Home is weird. All the cars are wrong and on the wrong side of the road and I keep saying "pounds" instead of "dollars" and then getting frustrated.
(Oh, also my parents sold the car they told me they bought for me last year. "Honey, we bought you a car! Oh, you can't use it because your father is using it. Oh, you can use it. Oh, by the way, we traded in the Corolla for a Camry." "...so you told me you bought me a car (sort of as a graduation present) and now you no longer have said car. This is really making me rethink coming home for a year off because now I just want to stay in England (not because of the car thing).")
Today we went to the new Cabela's in Yakima and I walked in and kind of froze because walking into a Cabela's is sort of like walking into a giant cliche of American machismo, which is...kind of a big culture shock after having been in England for the past six months, can I just say.
...but I did eventually make it back home. Weirdly, this is the second time coming back from England that the shuttle has been delayed or cancelled and the five o'clock shuttle has had it much worse than the eight o'clock, which is what I've been taking because of when the BA flight from Heathrow gets in. My actual travel experience getting from Leicester to Seattle was relatively painless except for the nine and a half hour flight, but even that wasn't too bad. I mean, for a nine and a half hour flight that was delayed by about an hour. I read my book, started my other book, watched Hansel and Gretel: Witch Hunters (verdict: violent, way incestuous which I'm obviously into, but I'm strongly side-eyeing the part where they have to violently murder all the (female) witches) and Rise of the Guardians (verdict: whoa, I loved it, which really surprised me because I didn't expect to. The last time I watched an animated movie on the plane it was Up and I kind of hated Up. But Rose of the Guardians did some things that I really loved and I want to see it again).
Presumably because I spent all of yesterday hauling my suitcase around England and America, I woke up this morning and my arms were killing me. Have been killing me all day, although less so now. I'm sure my wrist problems don't help (I was in mild agony at a couple points yesterday because I had no options for doing anything for them aside from some stretches and sitting there weeping), but given that the pain is not focused on my wrists and I put in that much effort, I feel fairly safe in saying it's not related.
I started reading The Fellowship of the Ring on the plane and, because I haven't reread LotR in over ten years, I forgot that I used to have the hugest fictional character crush on book!Merry. He was probably my third book crush (after Odysseus and Jack Clayton/Korak). That part at the beginning where the Sackville-Bagginses are all, "You're not a Baggins, you -- you're a Brandybuck!" to Frodo and Frodo says, "Did you hear that Merry? That was an insult, if you like." "It was a compliment," said Merry Brandybuck, "and so, of course, not true." MERRY <3 <3 <3 I haven't read these in so long, I forgot that Merry was actually the sensible caretaking one in the books. (I love the movies, but man, I can't see Dom Monaghan's Merry here at all, though I'm not that far into it, so we'll see.)
Er, and the main point of this post is: I am back at home! Home is weird. All the cars are wrong and on the wrong side of the road and I keep saying "pounds" instead of "dollars" and then getting frustrated.
(Oh, also my parents sold the car they told me they bought for me last year. "Honey, we bought you a car! Oh, you can't use it because your father is using it. Oh, you can use it. Oh, by the way, we traded in the Corolla for a Camry." "...so you told me you bought me a car (sort of as a graduation present) and now you no longer have said car. This is really making me rethink coming home for a year off because now I just want to stay in England (not because of the car thing).")
Today we went to the new Cabela's in Yakima and I walked in and kind of froze because walking into a Cabela's is sort of like walking into a giant cliche of American machismo, which is...kind of a big culture shock after having been in England for the past six months, can I just say.