I arrived at Bristol early, I picked up my bags and struggled through the ticket machines, they are small, I with two rucksacks am large, like getting a worm through a needle head. After my initial bravery, facing the women's toilets in the train station nearly knocking out an old woman with my giant rucksack child, I went out to face the world and to try to get the bus to Glastonbury. (tip to fellow travellers, don't ever try to smoke whilst carrying two rucksacks; it's a sure fire way to a collapsed lung.)
I finally got on the bus (after about an hour, misdirected by a horrible lady and helped my a lovely man!) and looked through my little daysack. HORROR, I couldn't find my glasses- cue a panic (a panic for Loz is like a whirlwind emotional breakdown for normal people.) I rang my mum, my sister, my dad, the home phone to no avail. The glasses were missing! The thought of being blind for a year wasn't/ is never enthralling. Sad times for little Lozzie. If you are reading this and have never worn glasses then you have never felt the pain of not being able to find your glasses because you can't see your glasses then listen to me it's AWFUL.
The upside to my long emotional breakdown and travelling story is that I found my glasses in my big rucksack. I have no idea how they got there, I swear a magical elf switched them in the night. My mind has no recollection of packing them in that bag, it just doesn't seem sane. I have also finished my goodbyes and I can carry on with my journey. I can start my big adventure soon. It doesn't make anything easier, but knowing that my friends and parents are happy for me is like a balm on my sad soul.
I have just arrived back home from Glastonbury carnival, a majestical, marvellous, overwhelmingly insane experience. A sensory decadence; basically after today I feel mashed. Today has been mental but goodbyes are nearly over, this is the start of phase two - I have to enjoy it. Welcome to my adventure.
No comments:
Post a Comment