Saturday, June 7, 2014

my miraculous moving miracle

Gather around children as I tell you the story of a miraculous thing; a miraculous thing that happened just when I needed it most...

It was the morning of Tuesday,  the fourth of March, and I was flying out of Paris and leaving my life in France behind. I was tired and stressed and sad, so very sad. I had said goodbye to Gregory the day before and it had already been four days since I had seen Fifty. While I knew I'd see them in a month's time, I didn't know when I'd see The Londons, Honey Jr, Honey's Honey, Child Bride or La Petite again.

I was feeling mighty down and the unknown was waiting for me a couple of long flights away. I was nervous, and exhausted, because come on, we all know how sucky moving is, let alone an international one. I hadn't slept properly for weeks and all I desperately wanted was to get the flights over with, and get to my mother's house in Texas (to be completely honest, all I really wanted at that point was to go back in time to decide not to move back to the U.S. and blink and be back in Le Petit Village like none of the whole moving malarky had ever even happened).

So yeah, Sara Louise was not a happy bunny, and most definitely not looking forward to being sad on a long journey. And that's when it happened; when the most wonderful thing that could happen, happened... I got upgraded.  Sure I'd still be sad, but at least I'd be comfy and sad (comfiness makes all the difference really).


This may not be the best picture, but it's leg room, sweet, glorious leg room, the most valuable commodity at 35,000 feet. I was quite comfortable and very happy... sadness forgotten! All I had to do was sit there and relax while nice ladies brought me wine and food. I watched a Downton Abby marathon and made my own sundae. There was no packing, no important decisions to make or forms to fill out, no somber goodbyes or sadness.

It was pure bliss and I didn't want it to end. I was on the verge of having my address forwarded to Sara Louise, seat 4c, somewhere over the Atlantic, because as far as I was concerned, I had found my new home. So naturally I was less than pleased when we landed in Washington D.C... time to move again.

I trudged across Dulles, pouty and sullen, dreading the four hour flight to San Antonio on the tiny express jet. Sad, Sara Louise had returned. And that's when the second miracle occurred. I didn't make my flight (this was during all of that horrible cold weather stuff that messed up the East Coast airports). That's right, I didn't make my flight and I was happy about it!

Normally getting stuck someplace while traveling is a nightmare of epic proportions but on that evening, I looked at it as a blessing, because being stuck in D.C. meant a hotel room, a shower, a bed, and room service. And of course, some more time off of the moving grid. Reality wasn't real as long as I stayed somewhere between my start and end points.. no pesky and stressful decisions to be made.


I checked into the Marriot, put on my jammies, ordered the most American food I could think of (buffalo tenders and a BLT) and watched The CW. The Originals was on and I wanted to see what that rascal Klaus had been up to. And for the first time in weeks and weeks, I slept. No to-do lists or packing worries running through my brain, just pure sleep. Hallelujah.

And the next day I arrived at the airport bright as a button, hopped on my plane, and made it to San Antonio just in time for lunch. Hello tacos. The end.

19 comments:

  1. Loved this....and absolutely understood it.

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  2. Things happen for a reason and having that stop-over eased your transition back to the states. x

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  3. getting a flight upgrade is one of my big dreams in life! the closest I've come to luxurious air travel was when the other seat in my row ended up empty on a flight to London. being able to stretch out while attempting to sleep was nice.

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  4. The amazingness of being upgraded can never be overstated.

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  5. i can't imagine the stress of moving cross continent. i've moved tons of time between cities, and that's already make me crazy. glad that you got upgraded to cheer you up a bit :)

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  6. Sometimes something small like legroom is all it takes to perk you up! Lucky, lucky. I've yet to fly out of coach on the 10 hour flight from Moscow :(

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  7. All was good in the end. Things will settle themselves out soon.

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  8. Glad that all worked out for you. I've never been in a seat above World Traveller Plus (Economy +), and I only got that for a 6 month move to South Africa for my job (I was very low on the totem pole job wise, so although I was important enough to be the only one sent round the world for that long, I wasn't important enough for Business Class. Hmph)

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  9. Mmmmm...that sounds so nice! I flew business class once. It was utterly worth it. I think, if I could afford to, I would always fly business rather than economy from now on.

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  10. Sounds like a long flight and bittersweet leaving France. Let me know when you come my way!! xo

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  11. So lucky you got upgraded. One time a guy asked David if he would want to have his first class seat because he wanted to sit with his wife in economy. How lucky was that? I am really not a fan of flying at all.

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  12. You are the second blogger I've seen recently who was upgraded on an international flight! That is awesome! We get one paid trip back to the US every year from Cory's company and they always put us in business class for the long flight and every time I feel like a QUEEN! That is exactly what you needed - the travel gods were shining on you! :)

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  13. Ha, it's usually my hubby getting upgraded, leaving me and the kids behind in economy... Well, except that one time, on a flight to the Middle East - I completely understand your leg room happiness. Glad to have you back in the US, don't forget it!

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  14. Nothing better than an upgrade. It's so much more enjoyable when you know you haven't had to pay for the luxury! I can see how it would take the edge of your sadness just a little.

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  15. I've never been upgraded - so jealous! Traveling with my parents got me used to (and way too spoiled by) first and business class, so now that I'm buying my own flights, I miss leg room tremendously! So jealous of wine + make your own sundae-ing - though you deserve it, girl!

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  16. It's so difficult to leave, isn't it? Glad alittle upgrade fairy dust fell your way

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  17. Yay, the time I got to fly Premium Economy back from London to NZ was the best! And that wasn't even Business/First :)

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  18. Ha the ending of your miracle made me laugh. But seriously, how lucky to be upgraded!! I've never had that happen to me before. I have had glorious sleeps in hotels though and yup it feels so good when that happens. I hope your transition back to the States is going well!

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  19. Business Class is the best thing ever invented. I wanted to marry it and stay there forever, the one time I flew it!!

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