Last lap

We made it to Toronto,  through customs, onto Canadian soil as citizens! Our flight to Newfoundland has been delayed by snow and we won’t get in until about 2am, but it doesn’t even matter. Nobody can make me go back now. It’s a different feeling. The knot that lives in my chest is relaxing again, and this time I don’t have to tie it back up in a week.

The trend in long distance aviation is to drop the lights and temperature to make everyone hibernate in a dark tube for 9 hours, even when it’s mid-afternoon at your destination. I miss looking out the windows and sketching during long flights. Zenny laid down across the empty seat next to us and slept under her winter coat like a hedgehog for about 7 hours. I couldn’t manage any sleep, and got up a few times to pop my knees and visit the bathroom to put thermal leggings on under my jeans. I had grief about leaving and sat up all night wondering what I had done, but when they brightened up the windows and put plates of French toast and eggs in front of us, it began to feel more like the start of something good. It’s funny what feeding a person can do. 

We have free vouchers for dinner while we wait for the delayed flight, and I think there’s a Thai place around here somewhere. Zenny is watching the airport magician do tricks and drinking a peppermint hot cocoa. Everything is okay.

The internet gave me this while I was scrolling just now, huh.