The story of my super stressful trip back to the UK.
I had wanted to leave Italy since March, and I thought I could do so right after my first vaccine. However, bureaucracy got in the way and I was forced to stay back for my second vaccine. Then after I had been fully vaccinated, my departure became a matter of funds. I have done a couple of jobs, but no money will be coming in until the 19th. Did I want to wait until then?
I remembered the argument I had with my dad and the unpleasant things that he had said to me. I wanted to leave. Ironically, my dad would be the same person to make my trip back to the UK possible. In his words, "People say stuff they don't mean when they are angry".
If I must be truthful, my move was sudden. I gave myself just a couple of days to pack. As soon as the money my dad had sent dropped in my account, I purchased a ticket for three days later. I had started packing my bags in June, but I was nowhere close to reaching the final version of my luggage.
Yesterday, I woke up at 6am and, because I couldn't sleep, I started arranging my stuff. I finally decided to let go of my equipment and buy new ones in a few weeks. I still struggled to stay within the 20Kg allowed to me, but I eventually did. Or so I had thought. I had to move stuff around at the airport. Luckily, I didn't disappoint my friend who has been waiting for her extensions since last year.
The journey to the airport was smooth. Even though I had only slept 4 hours that night. I had been giddy knowing that I was about to get back on track. I have stuff to do and I have lost one full year due to covid-19. For that reason, when I arrived at the airport, I was really happy. I suspect fate got a hint of my happiness and decided to push my buttons a bit.
This is a sequence of what happened.
1. I had not booked my covid test kit.
I had read about it as a requirement and had told myself, "Well, I'll just get tested when I arrive". Wrong. The government wants proof that you will get tested. And that's how £36 of my money went away.
2. I had not filled the passenger locator form.
I honestly thought I had, but I missed a step. If I had followed through, I would have realised that I needed to book my test as well.
3. A lady asked for assistance to fill her form.
I allowed her to use my hotspot for the job and all my allowance for the day finished. Fortunately, a man lent her his hotspot and she was able to finish her registration.
4. I couldn't find my passenger locator form.
I was sure I had saved it on my phone, but I couldn't find it. I had to ask a man to allow me to access his hotspot to download it again. Then I found the folder and realised that I had the form all along.
5. The lady in point number 3 was told she couldn't board.
She had a piece of hand luggage that was bulkier than the one allowed. As a result, she was asked to pay £40 for the excess luggage. She had already missed her flight the previous day. I met her crying at the boarding desk. I paid for her and she was finally allowed to board.
Thereafter the journey was pretty smooth. After we landed, I asked the lady if we could take a picture together and she obliged.
We took the first train together, after which she went home and I waited to board my second train.
At 9:30pm, I finally got to my friend's house...almost. I got lost because he lives in a super weird and complex building. Fortunately two Asians guy came to my aid and I finally reached home.
Seriously guys, the only good thing about yesterday was that lady and I made it back to the UK.








