The prospect of relocating to another country can be a daunting experience in many ways, especially to a newly wedded young couple from London.
Both of us are young professionals, as one of us works through Monday to Friday in Central London, whilst the other any day of the week, month or hour due to being in the public services.
As regular travellers, we’ve visited the US on many different occasions, whether it was for a family holiday, a friends wedding, seeing close relatives or just wanting to get out of the UK for a week or so. After much deliberation, we finally took the plunge and decided to move to the “Big Apple” – NYC, with the prospect of not just living the so called “American Dream”, but also wanting to experience something new, something different, something hmmm just something else other than what UK-London had to offer.
So on the day of our departure, January 2017 emotions were relatively high, as one would expect. Despite our pleas to both the families decided to rejoin once again to wish us a farewell at the airport. Unlike my partner, I just can’t handle public affection well, so I knew it be pointless to wear mascara that day.
As we all walked towards the security gate, tears began falling down my face and I couldn’t get the words out my mouth as if they were all stuck at the back of my throat. I held my mums hand and said how sorry I was for making her upset in the past and how much I loved her. Her face just spoke a thousand words, without her even speaking. Her warm hands wrapped around mine, she spoke gently and said, “just take care of one another”. We all kissed and off we went through to the security doors, with my husband saying, “its ok, it be fine”.
After a long wait in several cues in London Heathrow Terminal 5, we headed towards the British Airways Concorde Lounge, before our flight. We checked in at the door with the so-called “friendly” member of staff and were seated in a booth. Again, a short-tempered waiter arrived to take our orders, only to bring out the wrong food. As we were quite hungry and upset, neither of us was bothered by the wrong food, so decided to keep it.
Shortly, after we walked over to our gates and entered the British Airways First Class cabin. Having flown by Virgin First Class previously, this was clearly a step down. It just looked old and definitely didn’t feel cozy, but rather a few larger seats than economy with more legroom. Oh and lets not forget that pathetic fabric looking curtain to separate the seat next to you. I mean what was the point in that? It was flimsy and looked horrible. I guess it was just there to do the job.
After gaining some attitude my husbands entertainment system broke down. Yes, you read correctly. It broke down. Should all this be checked prior to passengers boarding?
No matter what the crew did, it just wasn’t working. The senior cabin crew offered my husband a seat at the back, which in essences added more insult to injury, as we would of got separate seats if we wanted to be seated away from one another. She later took his contact details and said someone will be in touch with you soon, over 4 weeks now and still no news. Perhaps that’s also stuck on first class seats? Who knows ey.
As someone who loves catching up on the latest blockbusters, the entertainment on this particular flight just seemed like it was stuck between stone and ice age. We ended up swapping our seats, so he could finally watch something to keep his mind occupied after going through the Financial Times.
During the course of the flight, the cabin crew brought out our food, which I must say was the only consolidation to our eventful trip. The truffle and mushroom soup, was so good that I actually had asked for seconds. The sticky toffee served with vanilla ice cream was just divine. I think we both certainly needed that sugar rush.
After much some time, we started our descent into NYC-JFK airport. We had finally touched down in the land of big dreams and that nothing was ever impossible on a cold snow covered winters night.
On a final note, shouldn’t the possibility of travel be the epitome of making the journey a pleasurable one, no matter whether your going or coming?