The other day I was on Google Plus (yeah it still exists) and in the tea community I was discussing my love of tea. Another member of the community asked me if I could teach her all about tea. I told her of course, and then I realized-why don't I tell the world about tea?
So that's where that conversation lead me. I've made a new blog. The first post talks about the basics and tomorrow I will begin with my first tea review on a herbal blend called Strawberry Lemonade from Teavanna, which is owned by Starbucks and partnered by Oprah. I know, I know-very consumerist of me. It is what it is, I went to Teavanna before it was bought by Starbucks and partnered up with the billionaire. Still, good tea is good tea. Although it is very overpriced and the employees are pushy. I walked in with the intention of buying one tea and I walked out with 3 and a bill of nearly $50.
Enough of that though, wait until tomorrow for the full story. Just wanted to put it out there that I, Leah Nadeau, have a blog reviewing tea and I want you to be a reader!
Please check it out here: Leah Reviews Tea
My Facebook Page for my blog is ---> Here <---
PS, the new blog is connected to the old and this one isn't going away! I've just added it to my projects :)
Thanks!
Leah
Monday, 19 January 2015
Saturday, 17 January 2015
Coffee, Tea and...Black Swan
I was a tea drinker before I was a coffee drinker.
Anyone who has known me only in my adult life would be surprised that I used to only drink tea. Today, I drink coffee every day. I spend way too much money in Starbucks and Costa and recently Ollie got me a french press for our flat. Here's the thing. After I graduated college and got a job, I realized that coffee would be what fueled me through my job, which was all physical labor. I used to work in a stable, cleaning out the horses stalls and feeding them. There were other aspects to the job, but basically I've always been an equestrian and I was offered the job without even a job interview straight out of college. With the economy and lack of jobs out there, I didn't bat an eye before accepting the job. But that's the past and I ended that job a year after I began it.
When I was 12, I began drinking black tea; English Breakfast. It all began when an acquaintance of mine in middle school brought some to class for an international foods day. She made the tea and asked if I wanted milk and sugar. I asked if that was how she would drink it and she said yes, so I gave it a shot. I was shocked that it tasted so good. At that age I thought tea would taste bitter, like coffee.
So that's what began my tea drinking. Of course I was very limited in what kind I drank. It wasn't until I was in college and discovered David's Tea and their amazing free samples and hundreds of options of loose leaf tea that I actually realized the many options I was missing out on. Eventually when I met Ollie he was SO impressed that I was a tea drinker. He thought tea drinkers in the US were rare. I wouldn't say they were too rare, but the only other person in my family that regularly drinks tea is my stepmother, who I'm having tea with right now. We both just tried Rooibos for the first time. I ordered some loose leaf teas from David's and they gave me 3 free samples, so we used her teapot. This Rooibos had cinnamon and cardamom, it's called Coco Chai. I had yet to try it because Ollie is hesitant to buy Rooibos, since it isn't actually real tea, it's part of the tea plant, but not the leaves.
Our tea collection in Wales is pretty extensive. Off the top of my head I can list the loose leaf we have: Irish breakfast, English breakfast, Glengettie, Mango Ceylon, Lapsang Souchong (although I'm too afraid to try it), Assam, Assam 'Adventure', green flowering tea and many more. I also have an extensive collection of bagged tea-I love fruit tea.
However, here's the thing with tea. I love it, but I love coffee more. However for me, what I want first thing in the morning is coffee. Until I get my coffee I can't have anything else hot to drink. At night though, I want tea. I use tea to wind down and coffee for caffeine. Where as Ollie drinks coffee when he craves chocolate, or something sweet and he gets a mocha latte. Then, in the morning he has his morning tea rather than my morning coffee. I love coffee and I love tea. Tea was my first love, and remains in my life, but coffee and I are more serious. :P
My dad, stepmother and I went to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. In the middle of our meal one of the waitresses began sweeping the carpet near us. I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of sweeping carpet in a restaurant. I was laughing so hard I began to cry and shake, something I do when something so funny I can't stand it. The last time this happened to me I was at a friends house and we were watching Black Swan-one of the parts where the bouts of schizophrenia was scaring the hell out of the audience and we paused the film to see a woman standing in the background. We thought it was so funny because we kept pausing the film to try and figure out who this woman was, but couldn't figure it out! Here, I took a photo of it at the time and you'll be able to see what I'm talking about. I'm not even entirely sure who this is. Is it Natalie Portman's character imagining her evil self? Is it Winona Ryder's character? Maybe one of you can figure it out. See below. Creepy. The woman who's back is to the camera is Natalie Portman's character, Nina. Spoiler alert: a lot of the film is her imagination and you have no idea what information that's given in the film is true or if it's Nina's schizophrenia.
Some of you think I might be crazy for posting that photo, but I'm honestly curious if anyone recognizes this part of the scene. Okay, I'm off to continue watching TV with my dad. I'm currently in the states until next weekend. Happy Saturday!
Anyone who has known me only in my adult life would be surprised that I used to only drink tea. Today, I drink coffee every day. I spend way too much money in Starbucks and Costa and recently Ollie got me a french press for our flat. Here's the thing. After I graduated college and got a job, I realized that coffee would be what fueled me through my job, which was all physical labor. I used to work in a stable, cleaning out the horses stalls and feeding them. There were other aspects to the job, but basically I've always been an equestrian and I was offered the job without even a job interview straight out of college. With the economy and lack of jobs out there, I didn't bat an eye before accepting the job. But that's the past and I ended that job a year after I began it.
When I was 12, I began drinking black tea; English Breakfast. It all began when an acquaintance of mine in middle school brought some to class for an international foods day. She made the tea and asked if I wanted milk and sugar. I asked if that was how she would drink it and she said yes, so I gave it a shot. I was shocked that it tasted so good. At that age I thought tea would taste bitter, like coffee.
So that's what began my tea drinking. Of course I was very limited in what kind I drank. It wasn't until I was in college and discovered David's Tea and their amazing free samples and hundreds of options of loose leaf tea that I actually realized the many options I was missing out on. Eventually when I met Ollie he was SO impressed that I was a tea drinker. He thought tea drinkers in the US were rare. I wouldn't say they were too rare, but the only other person in my family that regularly drinks tea is my stepmother, who I'm having tea with right now. We both just tried Rooibos for the first time. I ordered some loose leaf teas from David's and they gave me 3 free samples, so we used her teapot. This Rooibos had cinnamon and cardamom, it's called Coco Chai. I had yet to try it because Ollie is hesitant to buy Rooibos, since it isn't actually real tea, it's part of the tea plant, but not the leaves.
Our tea collection in Wales is pretty extensive. Off the top of my head I can list the loose leaf we have: Irish breakfast, English breakfast, Glengettie, Mango Ceylon, Lapsang Souchong (although I'm too afraid to try it), Assam, Assam 'Adventure', green flowering tea and many more. I also have an extensive collection of bagged tea-I love fruit tea.
However, here's the thing with tea. I love it, but I love coffee more. However for me, what I want first thing in the morning is coffee. Until I get my coffee I can't have anything else hot to drink. At night though, I want tea. I use tea to wind down and coffee for caffeine. Where as Ollie drinks coffee when he craves chocolate, or something sweet and he gets a mocha latte. Then, in the morning he has his morning tea rather than my morning coffee. I love coffee and I love tea. Tea was my first love, and remains in my life, but coffee and I are more serious. :P
My dad, stepmother and I went to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. In the middle of our meal one of the waitresses began sweeping the carpet near us. I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of sweeping carpet in a restaurant. I was laughing so hard I began to cry and shake, something I do when something so funny I can't stand it. The last time this happened to me I was at a friends house and we were watching Black Swan-one of the parts where the bouts of schizophrenia was scaring the hell out of the audience and we paused the film to see a woman standing in the background. We thought it was so funny because we kept pausing the film to try and figure out who this woman was, but couldn't figure it out! Here, I took a photo of it at the time and you'll be able to see what I'm talking about. I'm not even entirely sure who this is. Is it Natalie Portman's character imagining her evil self? Is it Winona Ryder's character? Maybe one of you can figure it out. See below. Creepy. The woman who's back is to the camera is Natalie Portman's character, Nina. Spoiler alert: a lot of the film is her imagination and you have no idea what information that's given in the film is true or if it's Nina's schizophrenia.
Some of you think I might be crazy for posting that photo, but I'm honestly curious if anyone recognizes this part of the scene. Okay, I'm off to continue watching TV with my dad. I'm currently in the states until next weekend. Happy Saturday!
Friday, 16 January 2015
All About Americans
We eat too much
We work too hard and too much
We don't exercise enough
We have too many guns
We're too friendly
We're obsessed with capitalism
We're racist
We're ignorant
We love violence
These are all stereotypes of Americans. While some are very true, others are just not. One thing I will say is that us Americans are much more willing to talk to strangers than the British. I tend to use that to my advantage though, and one of my friends, Micky told me to do so. He said, you're really outgoing, use that to your advantage. So I have. I am no longer afraid to talk to strangers in the UK because of this stereotype that Americans are outgoing. I may be using this stereotype as a scapegoat to ask strangers for directions or help finding things in stores, but why not use it to my advantage? Also, what's the worst thing that could happen (besides someone shanking me with a knife for asking directions)? It's hard at first to put yourself out there because when you ask someone for help you're allowing yourself to be vulnerable, but I find it worth it. It also helps that I like interacting with humans. Technically speaking I'm an ambivert, so right in between introvert and extrovert. Ambiverts are flexible, emotionally stable, and intuitive-or they're supposed to be, anyways. Every ambivert is different, but I'd definitely say I'm a flexible and intuitive gal.
Another stereotype that I do agree with is that us Americans work too much. We work and work and forget to really live. I know older generations save and save all their money as if they will be able to use it in the next life. I really think people would be happier if they took more vacation time or extended weekends to be a full 3 days. It makes sense to work to live, not live to work. Also, there's a balance if you truly love your job and your job is your life. I think it's important to take some time to relax if you have a career. Just my opinion. :)
Racism, I find is more prevalent in the US. The UK has little to no racism at all. It's very, very refreshing that racism isn't a huge thing in the UK. Now, that isn't to say that there isn't any racism. There will always be issues with racism in societies. It's hard to describe and this might upset some people, but in the UK I feel like people don't look at other people and think about what color their skin is. That does, indeed happen in the US. When I'm in the UK I actually notice ethnicity less because everyone has the same kind of British accent and you can't tell someone's ethnicity by how they talk. This is where I discuss the elephant in the room. In the US, you can sometimes tell what ethnicity someone is by how they speak, despite being a native born American. For example, one of my roommates in college was Guatemalan, and you could tell she was by the way she spoke. In both England in Wales, (I can't account for Scotland and Northern Ireland because I've never been) everyone that was born or raised there has the normal regional accent for their area. Another example, Sandra from the British TV show GoggleBox that I watch is Jamaican. However she sounds just like any normal English person because her accent was influenced by where she lives, not where she's from.
Violence is also prevalent in American media. There are arguments that it desensitizes us to violence, but there is no research that proves this point. I feel like I see more violence on American TV than English TV (shows). It's funny, in the UK there is swearing on TV after a certain time, but in America there is no swearing on TV-but violence isn't a problem. I'll never forget the first time I heart the f bomb on TV in Wales. I was so surprised and amused. I mean, it's just a damned word. It doesn't hurt anyone, does it? Violence is disturbing, words can hurt, where is the point we say enough? We can't really know because there are so many variables. We can't study the impact of violence and swearing on TV because we can't study humans' effects in their natural habitats. We can't describe violence. There's no one way to describe what violence means. Do you see how I can tear apart so many aspects of things that are subjective?
So what was the point of this blog post? Basically, I can accept that Americans aren't perfect. We have our flaws. The United Kingdom's citizens aren't perfect either. But it doesn't mean that one is necessarily better than the other.
.....who am I joking, America is the best. Sorry, I'm heavily biased ;)
Leah
We work too hard and too much
We don't exercise enough
We have too many guns
We're too friendly
We're obsessed with capitalism
We're racist
We're ignorant
We love violence
These are all stereotypes of Americans. While some are very true, others are just not. One thing I will say is that us Americans are much more willing to talk to strangers than the British. I tend to use that to my advantage though, and one of my friends, Micky told me to do so. He said, you're really outgoing, use that to your advantage. So I have. I am no longer afraid to talk to strangers in the UK because of this stereotype that Americans are outgoing. I may be using this stereotype as a scapegoat to ask strangers for directions or help finding things in stores, but why not use it to my advantage? Also, what's the worst thing that could happen (besides someone shanking me with a knife for asking directions)? It's hard at first to put yourself out there because when you ask someone for help you're allowing yourself to be vulnerable, but I find it worth it. It also helps that I like interacting with humans. Technically speaking I'm an ambivert, so right in between introvert and extrovert. Ambiverts are flexible, emotionally stable, and intuitive-or they're supposed to be, anyways. Every ambivert is different, but I'd definitely say I'm a flexible and intuitive gal.
Another stereotype that I do agree with is that us Americans work too much. We work and work and forget to really live. I know older generations save and save all their money as if they will be able to use it in the next life. I really think people would be happier if they took more vacation time or extended weekends to be a full 3 days. It makes sense to work to live, not live to work. Also, there's a balance if you truly love your job and your job is your life. I think it's important to take some time to relax if you have a career. Just my opinion. :)
Racism, I find is more prevalent in the US. The UK has little to no racism at all. It's very, very refreshing that racism isn't a huge thing in the UK. Now, that isn't to say that there isn't any racism. There will always be issues with racism in societies. It's hard to describe and this might upset some people, but in the UK I feel like people don't look at other people and think about what color their skin is. That does, indeed happen in the US. When I'm in the UK I actually notice ethnicity less because everyone has the same kind of British accent and you can't tell someone's ethnicity by how they talk. This is where I discuss the elephant in the room. In the US, you can sometimes tell what ethnicity someone is by how they speak, despite being a native born American. For example, one of my roommates in college was Guatemalan, and you could tell she was by the way she spoke. In both England in Wales, (I can't account for Scotland and Northern Ireland because I've never been) everyone that was born or raised there has the normal regional accent for their area. Another example, Sandra from the British TV show GoggleBox that I watch is Jamaican. However she sounds just like any normal English person because her accent was influenced by where she lives, not where she's from.
Violence is also prevalent in American media. There are arguments that it desensitizes us to violence, but there is no research that proves this point. I feel like I see more violence on American TV than English TV (shows). It's funny, in the UK there is swearing on TV after a certain time, but in America there is no swearing on TV-but violence isn't a problem. I'll never forget the first time I heart the f bomb on TV in Wales. I was so surprised and amused. I mean, it's just a damned word. It doesn't hurt anyone, does it? Violence is disturbing, words can hurt, where is the point we say enough? We can't really know because there are so many variables. We can't study the impact of violence and swearing on TV because we can't study humans' effects in their natural habitats. We can't describe violence. There's no one way to describe what violence means. Do you see how I can tear apart so many aspects of things that are subjective?
So what was the point of this blog post? Basically, I can accept that Americans aren't perfect. We have our flaws. The United Kingdom's citizens aren't perfect either. But it doesn't mean that one is necessarily better than the other.
.....who am I joking, America is the best. Sorry, I'm heavily biased ;)
Leah
Wednesday, 14 January 2015
British Greetings and a Poll
"Are you alright?"
"Alright?"
" Are ya'right?"
"Ya'right?"
"You alright, love?"
The first time a stranger asked me "are you alright?" it was the first day I was in the UK. I was in Birmingham, England with Ollie. I had arrived around dinner time and we decided to stay at a Holiday Inn Express rather than take the 3.5 hour train that same night. It was 4 am England time, 11 pm Detroit time and I was very jet lagged. I was headed to the lobby to ask if the hotel restaurant had any coffee I could drink and before I could say anything he asked me "are you alright?" I had heard Ollie ask his previous housemates this question before. I knew how to answer. However in that moment the appropriate reaction escaped me and it left me staring at him like a deer in headlights, stuck in my tracks. Eventually I just ignored the question, and enquired about the coffee.
It became more and more frequent, this greeting. It's a very informal way of British people saying "what's up?" The are a couple ways to respond to this. I usually stick with "yeah, you?" Sometimes instead some people will respond with "alright." In American English?
Are you alright? = Sup
Yeah, you? = hey man, what's up
Because if you think about it, a lot of times someone will come up to you and say what's up? and then one of the responses is "sup" which is also slang for what's up. I love these cultural differences!
Oh, and in the UK it's completely normal for (well, normal for them at least) men to call other men, women and children "love." The first time I was in the UK I watched a 14 year old girl at a chip shop say "thanks, love" to the 50+ aged store owner after handing her a fork like it was perfectly normal. I never experienced that until I started going to my university's cafe for coffee on Thursdays and this guy with a really London-y accent who works at the coffee bar looked at me and said "good morning, love, you a'right?" Then I saw him again and he called me love after asking me "what can I get you?" Hearing it hasn't become commonplace, but I may get used to it. I just think it's weird to call people you don't know terms of endearment.
Sorry for the lack of posts lately, I've been quite busy. Today I took grandpa to two doctors appointments and to the bank. He was very grateful We got to go to my favorite Grosse Pointe restaurant, Side Street Diner. While there we got to see Stacey, who was our regular waitress back when I lived in GP. She's very sweet and isn't afraid to sass grandpa back when he's a grump. However I've noticed that since my grandpa's heart attack he seems a lot less grumpy and more easy going. He's always been a sweetheart to me though.
My dad and Wendy come home tomorrow and I will no longer be having sleepover parties with Sailor. However I will get to see my dad and Wendy and it's always fun hanging out with all three of them.
I wanted to try something new this time; a poll. I just want to start out with something random.
POLL, clicky
Results :)
Thanks for reading <3
"Alright?"
" Are ya'right?"
"Ya'right?"
"You alright, love?"
The first time a stranger asked me "are you alright?" it was the first day I was in the UK. I was in Birmingham, England with Ollie. I had arrived around dinner time and we decided to stay at a Holiday Inn Express rather than take the 3.5 hour train that same night. It was 4 am England time, 11 pm Detroit time and I was very jet lagged. I was headed to the lobby to ask if the hotel restaurant had any coffee I could drink and before I could say anything he asked me "are you alright?" I had heard Ollie ask his previous housemates this question before. I knew how to answer. However in that moment the appropriate reaction escaped me and it left me staring at him like a deer in headlights, stuck in my tracks. Eventually I just ignored the question, and enquired about the coffee.
It became more and more frequent, this greeting. It's a very informal way of British people saying "what's up?" The are a couple ways to respond to this. I usually stick with "yeah, you?" Sometimes instead some people will respond with "alright." In American English?
Are you alright? = Sup
Yeah, you? = hey man, what's up
Because if you think about it, a lot of times someone will come up to you and say what's up? and then one of the responses is "sup" which is also slang for what's up. I love these cultural differences!
Oh, and in the UK it's completely normal for (well, normal for them at least) men to call other men, women and children "love." The first time I was in the UK I watched a 14 year old girl at a chip shop say "thanks, love" to the 50+ aged store owner after handing her a fork like it was perfectly normal. I never experienced that until I started going to my university's cafe for coffee on Thursdays and this guy with a really London-y accent who works at the coffee bar looked at me and said "good morning, love, you a'right?" Then I saw him again and he called me love after asking me "what can I get you?" Hearing it hasn't become commonplace, but I may get used to it. I just think it's weird to call people you don't know terms of endearment.
Sorry for the lack of posts lately, I've been quite busy. Today I took grandpa to two doctors appointments and to the bank. He was very grateful We got to go to my favorite Grosse Pointe restaurant, Side Street Diner. While there we got to see Stacey, who was our regular waitress back when I lived in GP. She's very sweet and isn't afraid to sass grandpa back when he's a grump. However I've noticed that since my grandpa's heart attack he seems a lot less grumpy and more easy going. He's always been a sweetheart to me though.
My dad and Wendy come home tomorrow and I will no longer be having sleepover parties with Sailor. However I will get to see my dad and Wendy and it's always fun hanging out with all three of them.
I wanted to try something new this time; a poll. I just want to start out with something random.
POLL, clicky
Results :)
Thanks for reading <3
Sunday, 11 January 2015
Plasters, failures and funny grandpa
Let us begin with the Leah fail of the day and that way it's less painful. Like pulling a band-aid off real fast. They call band-aids "plasters" in the UK. Fun fact. Anyways, tonight my cousin and I ordered pizza and we were going to bring it to my sister's new home. She's a new home owner! (Applaud here for successful adult) Anyways. So I go downstairs and realize that I left my car keys in my moms car. No big deal. Oh wait. Shit. My mom was currently on an airplane. Which means...her car is at the airport. So basically what's happening is I'm using my grandma's mini van (Rest in peace, grandma Lorraine) ps, isn't that a pretty name? So tomorrow when I drop Meghan off at the airport I have to locate my mother's car some how and get my keys out. Luckily she left her spare keys at home.
Hot dogs, mustard and chili. Diabetes? You bet. Never again.
What a guy. This was him laughing at me. Well folks, I'm off to see the wizard. And by that I mean have tea. See you soon.
Here's a photo of Carter because he's cute and you could use some cute in your day. We all could. 
So eventually Andi scooped us and then we still had to pick up the pizza and we were really late for it. Like 30 minutes late. We get there and it's closed. However there are still people inside and we get our pizzas even though they are kind of cold. Here's a photo of the "Detroiter" pizza.
Tomorrow I have a million things to do. I'm a bit stressed because this week is packed with tons of doctors appointments and half of them are actually grandpa's that I am taking him to since after his recent heart attack he refuses to drive. He also refuses to do his laundry or his bills and makes my mother and sister do it. Poor guy. He's a lot happier now that he's living in a senior home. It's really cool, it specializes in caring for senior citizens that are veterans, so my grandpa fits in really well. Here's a photo of him from this weekend.
Leah
Saturday, 10 January 2015
January 10th
This afternoon I was backing out of the driveway at my mom's house (with my cousin Meghan in the passenger's seat) and my mirror collided with the gate we used to use for the dog. The whole thing just crashed into the gate and suddenly the mirror was hanging on by a thread. Well, technically by a wire. Meghan thought it was hilarious, but it scared the hell out of me. I'm supposed to be driving a lot of places while I'm home and within the first minute I get into my car I've already been into a minor accident. My dad is unaware of this accident, and it should remain so until he gets back from his trip in California. For anyone wondering why, my parents bought me the car and it kills them everytime I damage it.. two summers ago I backed into another gate. When I was in highschool someone in the parking lot smashed into my car and didn't even leave a note. My poor car has been through a lot. Oh and that's without mentioning that the brake pads have been replaced because they stopped working and the battery has died 4 times. My car is a total lemon. Oh, and I forgot to mention-my parents bought me the car for my 16th birthday and it was new. We bought a new lemon. Although it doesn't help that I am great at running my car into stationary objects.
I got my haircut after the car debacle. I cut off 6 inches, it's a lot shorter. Ollie doesn't really like short hair but he said I look beautiful. I was worried he would say it was too short, but he loves it! After that I tried to fix my phone but it still won't work. For some reason I can't text or use the internet. Basically the 3G isn't working. Which is really frustrating when you're temporarily out of town from your partner. I'm off to the Sprint store tomorrow.
We went to grandpa's for dinner tonight to celebrate his 83rd birthday. It's on Wednesday, but since Meghan is in town this weekend we celebrated early. We did his laundry, ate Chinese food, and had celebratory apple pie. We all ate too much. Also, having pie after Chinese was a horrible idea. After dinner I accidentally knocked over my plate with leftover food an a cup of cranberry juice. Right on the carpet. Grandpa saw the whole thing in slow motion and after it all fell he said "I told you that table was going to fall!" Then he and I both watched as Andi, Meghan and my mom scrambled to clean it all up before I even registered how badly I screwed up.
Tomorrow I'm having a lazy day. Breakfast with the family-and we're drinking mimosas. My family is always drinking wine, but I don't drink wine. Oh, unless it's with orange juice! Of course, sparkling wine. I wouldn't put Merlot in with orange juice. I'm looking forward to Monday. The day I pick up Sailor!
Friday, 9 January 2015
It was a long, crazy day
Where do I begin?!
5:15 am: train to Shrewsbury, England
7:15 am: taxi to Birmingham International
9:25 am: flight to Amsterdam
1:30 pm (delayed): 9 hour flight to Detroit.
There was no in flight entertainment because the little media players that you get to use on international flights that I've come to rely on were broken. So I essentially sat and did nothing for 9 hours and thought it would never end. It didn't help that in my state of exhaustion within the first flight I sat on the toilet in a puddle of urine. As some of you know I'm a total germaphobe and that set the tone for the rest of the flight.
At one point an immigration officer began grilling the man next to me. We were stood in a crowd of people, irritated that the luggage was taking longer than an hour to come out. He asked the man where he had traveled from. He replied with "Africa" and slowly about 10 people turned around to stare in horror. One man grabbed his kids and hid them behind him. Even I was scared. The immigration officer even got the hell away from him! However he was in Somalia which isn't anywhere near the places in Africa effected by the outbreak.
I think I'm over exhausted because when I got home and took a shower I was convinced either my cousin (who's in town) or my sister came upstairs and purposely scared me. I jumped and said "oh my god you scared me!" Then when I came downstairs I found out that nobody had attempted to scare me while I was in the shower and I must have imagined it. I'm officially going nuts. Maybe I should get some sleep soon, my brain thinks it's 2 am.
Carter (my sister's dog) just bent down to sit in his bed and I was convinced he was pooping in the house and I yelled out "he's pooping!!" and my family just said Leah your traveling hallucinations are getting worse, go to bed!!!! He wasn't pooping at all.
I'm not going to bed yet. I'm enjoying hanging out with my family and sitting in front of the fire. Until tomorrow, readers.
Leah
My mom took a photo of me arriving :)
5:15 am: train to Shrewsbury, England
7:15 am: taxi to Birmingham International
9:25 am: flight to Amsterdam
1:30 pm (delayed): 9 hour flight to Detroit.
There was no in flight entertainment because the little media players that you get to use on international flights that I've come to rely on were broken. So I essentially sat and did nothing for 9 hours and thought it would never end. It didn't help that in my state of exhaustion within the first flight I sat on the toilet in a puddle of urine. As some of you know I'm a total germaphobe and that set the tone for the rest of the flight.
At one point an immigration officer began grilling the man next to me. We were stood in a crowd of people, irritated that the luggage was taking longer than an hour to come out. He asked the man where he had traveled from. He replied with "Africa" and slowly about 10 people turned around to stare in horror. One man grabbed his kids and hid them behind him. Even I was scared. The immigration officer even got the hell away from him! However he was in Somalia which isn't anywhere near the places in Africa effected by the outbreak.
I think I'm over exhausted because when I got home and took a shower I was convinced either my cousin (who's in town) or my sister came upstairs and purposely scared me. I jumped and said "oh my god you scared me!" Then when I came downstairs I found out that nobody had attempted to scare me while I was in the shower and I must have imagined it. I'm officially going nuts. Maybe I should get some sleep soon, my brain thinks it's 2 am.
Carter (my sister's dog) just bent down to sit in his bed and I was convinced he was pooping in the house and I yelled out "he's pooping!!" and my family just said Leah your traveling hallucinations are getting worse, go to bed!!!! He wasn't pooping at all.
I'm not going to bed yet. I'm enjoying hanging out with my family and sitting in front of the fire. Until tomorrow, readers.
Leah
My mom took a photo of me arriving :)
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