oh right, flip, not spin…
I never get these things right. It’s also hard to believe it’s only been ten days since I first found out about the possible dream come true of going to London at Christmastime – feels like this indecisiveness has been going on forever. I tried to let it go and, short of physcially flipping a coin, I thought and re-thought all the pros & cons … and ended up thinking so much that I lost my flight this morning. Or, found out it had gone up by 100€ overnight, which is the same thing. Right after I had decided that the gut feeling to go to London was the right one, which ended up being my coin flip, waiting until this morning to book my flight. Once it came up tails, so to speak, I realised how much I really wanted to go.
So now I’m just waiting to hear back from S (whose house & cat I would be looking after) because I’ve actually found another flight just as cheap, but it leaves on Tuesday. Which means I’d end up missing S and her family (they leave tomorrow) but it seems the neighbours could let me in and show me around. And then I’d come back to Sevilla on January 6th, when S’s lodger gets back to London, which means I’d also be home for my birthday (7th).
I know, I know, I should have just flipped the damn coin rather than spinning it in every which way direction. But without that process I don’t think I’d have felt as sure as I do now that taking this week in London would be a VERY GOOD THING to do. Especially as I just received two Paypal prezzies which will take care of about 2/3 of the transportation costs. So please keep fingers crossed that I haven’t driven S totally nuts with all my dithering and that before I go to bed I will have a confirmed flight to London Heathrow on Tuesday…
Fingers crossed! (And hope the weather cooperates flight-wise.)
Well, it didn’t work out as S was feeling frazzled getting her family ready for the trip and was worried about me figuring out the heating and whatever on my own (apparently it’s a big old house). And so, that’s that.
I feel so heartbroken about it because I’ll never get another chance like this again. I never should have listened to my fears that made me put off getting the ticket. If I’d done that straight away then I’d be in London now. Damn.
And I really do worry that this might be my last Christmas, as that eventuality is always in the back of my mind, especially when I have a PET scan coming up.
But I really blew this opportunity and am so annoyed with myself. Wuss.
Maybe it’ll stay in the back of someone’s head and you’ll end up in London in the Spring instead. Which is really quite pretty if I remember.