Post by Solana on Apr 5, 2024 20:29:30 GMT -5
Well, it's been an... interesting week.
Sunday night I was supposed to take off for Bali. I made it to LA at midnight and just missed my connecting flight to Taiwan. (We had some jerks who thought that, despite five requests to put their backpacks under the seats, it didn't apply to THEIR backpacks. Then I forgot my bags were to go to Bali and I didn't need to grab them. At the kiosk, I was trying to get my ticket and it flashed to Chinese and said to go to an agent, who were all gone for the night.) I found a room in the LA Hyatt and spent a miserable night feeling sick to my stomach (yay Pepto Bismol) and insomnia and wasn't that great with the fibro either. I ended up hopping a flight home and am seeing if the travel insurance will kick in.
Since I came home, I wasn't in Taiwan during their worst earthquake in 25 years.
Intuition runs in our family, and my parents had both had terrible feelings about this trip. My dad had never felt this, even with my last trip to Bali. Quite frankly, my decision to come home could have saved my life.
So instead of finishing off my thirties there, my plan is to welcome in the forties with going to Hawaii next year instead. It's long been a dream of mine to see, especially after seeing the videos of unique plant and animal life there, and I can still try surfing and go snorkeling there. I've had relatives and friends go and am already planning. I'll go back to work a week earlier than planned to save it for next year and am enjoying cooking tasty SE Asian food and getting some badly needed rest in the meantime.
I can afford the loss, and money can be remade.
Life cannot.
Sunday night I was supposed to take off for Bali. I made it to LA at midnight and just missed my connecting flight to Taiwan. (We had some jerks who thought that, despite five requests to put their backpacks under the seats, it didn't apply to THEIR backpacks. Then I forgot my bags were to go to Bali and I didn't need to grab them. At the kiosk, I was trying to get my ticket and it flashed to Chinese and said to go to an agent, who were all gone for the night.) I found a room in the LA Hyatt and spent a miserable night feeling sick to my stomach (yay Pepto Bismol) and insomnia and wasn't that great with the fibro either. I ended up hopping a flight home and am seeing if the travel insurance will kick in.
Since I came home, I wasn't in Taiwan during their worst earthquake in 25 years.
Intuition runs in our family, and my parents had both had terrible feelings about this trip. My dad had never felt this, even with my last trip to Bali. Quite frankly, my decision to come home could have saved my life.
So instead of finishing off my thirties there, my plan is to welcome in the forties with going to Hawaii next year instead. It's long been a dream of mine to see, especially after seeing the videos of unique plant and animal life there, and I can still try surfing and go snorkeling there. I've had relatives and friends go and am already planning. I'll go back to work a week earlier than planned to save it for next year and am enjoying cooking tasty SE Asian food and getting some badly needed rest in the meantime.
I can afford the loss, and money can be remade.
Life cannot.