Home again, home again
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I woke up with the sun, but that was a bit early as my flight was not until noon. I took a last look around Leicester Square, where I (almost literally) stumbled across the Paul Hogan's hand and footprints. (Crocodile Dundee? Seriously, London?) After that, I stopped at a small resto and had a hearty English breakfast. Which was really gross. Half of it was burnt, half of it was cold, all of it was greasy. If I'd had a hangover, I probably would have been content.
I checked out of the hotel , and then hopped on the tube back to Heathrow. It seemed longer than the last time, as I was filled with a mixture of excitement to be home and melancholy at the adventure being over.
We landed late in Ottawa, and the line at Customs was huge. If there was a connecting line, I missed it. The agent at the border was the surliest of all. She, curtly and with great suspicion in her voice, asked me why I had landed in Ottawa and was then flying back to Montreal. (Answer: When you are buying flights with points, your options are limited.) I finally got let back into the country, where I had to run and collect my bags so that I could rush across to the other side of the airport to dash back through domestic security and scurry to my gate with 3 minutes to spare.
A very short time later (you have 5 minutes to use electronic devices) I was back in Montréal. My father met me at the airport, where I learned that my mother was in the hospital after falling off a horse. She was fine and just under observation.
After two weeks I was finally home. And after 7 years, I have finally written about it.