One way, or another

CloudsToday begins the first day of my journey as it relates to this one-way ticket business.

Sitting high above the clouds, somewhere over eastern Ontario I have had enough time to ponder my blessings. Enough time to reflect on this day alone and be grateful for all the new people I have met on this small and humble beginning.

My Uber driver Daniel, born in Eritrea raised in Sudan, who took me to the airport had the kindest eyes as noted from my seat in the back of his Corolla. We talk of Africa and my 12-year connection to the Middle East. He gets me to Terminal 3 on time. 

I check in with the gracious Jini at the BA kiosk. I answer her request and place my, I feel-it-is-too-heavy suitcase on the conveyor belt, saying aloud, “Please make weight. Please be under.” (something I haven’t said since my competitive rowing days). Damn. I’m over. Without any expectations, Jini smiles at me and lets it slide. Hallelujah. She asks about my other two ‘carry-on’ bags. I gesture to the Matt and Nat bag on my back and with air quotes say, “My purse.” She looks skeptical. But lets it pass. I bless her and tell her my thanks. 

Sitting on my aisle seat. A seat I normally never reserve (I’m a window girl all the way!) I am blessed again. Why? Because dear TUaMe reader, there is a spare seat betwixt myself and the Indian priest, Gurtidar. The Priest speaks not much English, but enough to understand my need to put my ‘carry on’ underneath the seat I nbetween us.

I adore him. I fill out his declaration card with all the documents he provides me (this explains how I know his name, muahahah). I adore him more. Turban attired with a thobe to match the crisp whiteness of the cloth, he pulls out his smartphone and goes through his pictures and explains, “Grandfather, wife, baby, baby, baby, etc.”. His photos are of his ashram in India and of the ashrams he has vistied in Toronto, Vancouver, Edmonton, Baltimore and the like. He shares with me, with such happy eyes, the countries he has visited. 

I feel like I’m called to take care of my row. I am translator, I am tall person with some upper body strength (I helped the women who have my formerly revered window seat with their luggage into the overhead compartments).

My literal journey has just begun and I am blessed. Happy. Content.

Now, to settle which of the 41-new movie releases to watch. #Heaven.

4 Comments

  1. Courtney
    June 24, 2017 / 5:56 PM

    So happy you are here and excited to read about your journeys!

    • Julia
      July 11, 2017 / 12:21 PM

      Woohoo! Thanks for the love, Courtney. We shall see what I come up with! x

  2. Kristen
    June 24, 2017 / 9:05 AM

    Hey Julia
    Good luck on your adventures!!! Thinking of you! Xo Kristen 🙂

    • Julia
      July 11, 2017 / 12:20 PM

      Thank you Kristen – maybe I’ll see you over here?!

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