All my stuff was shoved into storage as I had managed to move out of my flat all the while securing a new flat for when I returned and made it to the airport with time to spare (seriously, sleep is so overrated as its amazing on what you can do in 2 days if you put your mind to it). Exhausted but I did what needed to be done before boarding the long haul flight back home.
I had hours to kill so what else would I do other than sleep, right? WRONG. I only had 1 stopover in LA which was hours and hours away but sleep was something that would escape me as the bumpy air made that next to impossible. As soon as I got comfortable – the turbulence kicked in. Was this a sign of things to come or was I reading too much into?
By the time I reached LA – I was pretty sure that I’d be able to fall asleep standing up. I had 4 hours before I had to board the plane to Vancouver and so the new plan was to curl up on a corner near my gate and take a cat nap. But that wasn’t in the cards as it almost took me the entire 4 hours to clear customs and people wonder why I love LAX as much as I do!
When my plane arrived in Vancouver – I couldn’t have been happier. I was back home and could finally collapse in bed. The troubles that plagued me in Auckland were now a distant memory (if you ignore the zillion and one emails about the old flat and new flat that were sitting in my inbox waiting for me) and I was finally going to get some rest.