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36 Hours in Transit

I can't even wrap my head around that number. I have now been officially awake for 35 hours and I'm not even in Dublin yet. I feel like my head is about to explode. I've been able to spend my time wisely. I visited with some people, I've been writing blog posts. It has been a productive 35 hours so far.

I started this blog post on my way to Ireland. My brain was mush and I could not even imagine the words to write in order to finish it. I had looked forward to sleeping on the flight from Toronto to Dublin but that was next to impossible because of the people around me. I am not one of those 'can sleep anywhere' kinds of people. I'm a very sensitive sleeper and just about anything can wake me up. So a flight with screaming babies, an old couple in front of me who kept dropping things into my seat and another old couple behind me who pulled on my seat, kicked my seat and bitched about how full the flight was for the whole flight, made sleep impossible.

By the time I had made it to Dublin I had lost track of how long I had been awake. I had no idea how long I had been traveling, in part because of the time change, and frankly I didn't care. I just wanted to sleep. I needed to sleep.

Now today I'm on my way home. I've already been awake for 12 hours and I won't make it back home for another 15. I know this is the price I pay for traveling. This small inconvenient (first world problem) is a minor blip on the scale of the amazing things I get to do. The places I get to see. The people I get to meet.

However, it has made me learn to value the rest I do get. The time I do have, uninterrupted on a flight. It's made me appreciate the fact that most of my life I have had odd sleeping habits because it has given me the ability to deal with things like this so much better.

So my advice to you all is this, if you have a full day of travel ahead of you, get lots of rest the night before. Plan for the possibility you can't sleep while you fly and be prepared to rest once you get to where you're going. It makes it so much easier to enjoy where you end up.

Hugs

Ireland my emotional first day.
Ireland
 

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