I’m all packed and ready to go. Leaving for the airport in a couple of hours. I’m still kind of in disbelief that this is even happening.
The friend I’m going with is obsessed with the royals, so she’s planning to stand in line to see the queen for however long it takes. I’m not sure if I’m up for it or not. I’ll see how I feel when the time comes. The line is crazy long.
I hate flying. I especially hate flying alone. We’re on different flights since this was so last minute. I have Xanax, headphones, and a sleep mask, so I’m hoping I’ll get a bit of sleep in. But I’ve downloaded several new books to my kindle just incase I have insomnia, which is the most likely scenario.
I’m feeling pretty good, so I’m def in good shape going into the flight. I go to Charlotte first, and then to London. The London flight is 8 hours. In coach. Ugh.
I let my bank know I’ll be in London, so I should have access to all my money. I also got cash to exchange just in case. I have my meds, toiletries, chargers, passport, lymphedema sleeve, and way too many clothes. I think I’m ready.
Squeeeeeeeeeee. Omg. I’m going to London. I want to drink tea, shop, eat in old pubs, ride on a double-decker bus, just all the things.
More later!! xoxo