
here's the airport. Small enough in size, looks easy enough to maneuver, but no matter how irrational, my mind keeps making me think there's polar bears lurking. Like this.

I just got off the phone with my mother, I had been texting her, saying that I have no luggage, and no money to buy it with. She walked me through the process of the airports, telling me to "just ask someone" where to go, what to do. And, knowing me as well as she does she says "I know you hate doing that, but just do it!" Sigh.
I'll be fine, I know. But I'm a nervous person. And I get like this about change. Bleh.
I leave Edmonton at 1: 15 PM, arrive in Toronto at 6:50 PM, leave Toronto for Iceland at 9:10 PM. I arrive at 6:25 AM, leave at 7:40 AM, and then I finally arrive in London at 11:45 AM. What a trip.

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