Glad I didn't miss my flight

Wednesday morning, March 10th, the day I was going to get up at 5:30.

I awaken, noticing there is light shining through the cracks on the blinds.  I turn my head to see what time it is, it is 8:13am.  Definitely not the time I was supposed to wake up.  My flight was leaving at 9:40, I'm in the middle of London with about a 50 tube ride between me and Heathrow.  Thankfully I had all of my things laid out the night before.  I grab my clothes and rush into the bathroom where I quickly put my contacts in, brush my teeth and whatever else I need to do.  I put on my coat and hurry out the door with my luggage.  Also, a good thing I checked in the night before and am not checking a bag.  I scurry off to the tube station and have to ride that for a long time.  The whole time looking at my watch, hoping I don't miss this flight, because I have no clue what I'm going to do otherwise.  I finally arrive to Heathrow, I'm not exactly sure what time, I will say between 9:20-9:30.  I rush to security, get through and don't know what gate I am at.  I ask a couple people who are working there, one asks what time my flight leaves and I say 9:40, he says something along the lines of that's not a lot of time, I can't remember.  One lady shows me the board and walks with me there.  I find it and then rush off to where it is.  I see a sign for it and think it's close, think again, it's the longest walk ever.  Like green mile, but longer probably.  I eventually start to run as I hear the lady over the intercom call out the last call for passengers on my plane, and also my name being called.  I have to have my boarding pass checked before I can get into the gates and I start running some more.  The people at the desk say it's ok to calm down, as I am breathing heavily and sweating from nerves and being anxious.  I then head to the airplane.  I feel much more relaxed when I see the line of people still waiting to get on the plane.  I get to my seat and my nice seat neighbor puts my bag up top for me.  He had, it seemed like, a Texas accent, I'm not sure though.  He was heading to Florida for a wedding on Saturday, while I was heading to Iowa for a wedding on Friday.  At the end of the flight I found out that he used to travel to and from China about every two weeks.  What a life. 
On the flight we were fed lunch, I believe it was chicken breast, not too bad, except for the stuff it was laying in.  I also watched four movies :)  Successful flight?  I think yes!  I watched Alvin in the Chipmunks 2, don't judge, it was free.  I also watched Fantastic Mr. Fox and The Informant, as well as Amelia, which is a very sad movie.  I ended my trip watching an episode of The Tudors and a partial episode of Family guy before the plane landed.  I headed to customs, knowing that going back to my country would take less time than trying to get into the crazy UK, who decided to up their security on people.  Since I checked in a tad too early in London I had to get a boarding pass to go back through security.  I went to search out my gate, found it and headed off to Wendy's, delicious!  I went to my gate and asked about my seat assignment, I would have to wait, until they started boarding.  The lady comes on later asking for volunteers to give their seats up, not always a good sign.  At this point I am hoping that I get a seat so I can go home, otherwise my night will be ruined.  God was on my side Wednesday though, and I thank him to the bottom of my heart for it.  I finally got a seat on the flight!  I wouldn't have to end up calling people in Iowa saying that I wasn't going to make it.    After finally making it to Iowa I head down to where Joe is waiting to pick me up.  Then off we go to my house! 
It was great to be home, nothing really different.  I hugged everyone, well my mom.  Rachel was still at the school and my dad and Gretchen.  I started 'unpacking' my presents for people.  I got my mom a Big Ben teapot, to go with her other ones.  I got Gretchen a hairy coo, my dad an astronomy book from the Royal Observatory, Joe an Arsenal flag and kilt towel, and for Matt a Manchester United flag.  I didn't get Rachel anything since she would be coming to London, maybe when I head home I'll pick something up for her.  It was more hello's when Rachel, Gretchen and dad arrived!  For supper my mom made us pork loin, cheesy hash browns and carrots with ranch dip.  It was delicious!  Also really nice not having to cook and having a really good fulfilling meal.  After that we watched some telly and I definitely started to get extremely tired around ten-ish.  Joe left around midnight and I finally headed off for a good nights sleep, since I had been up  for about 22 hours, technically, with the time change and all.  A good day it was, after God helped me through of course.  Cheers