All things mad

Today all things that could go wrong has gone wrong. My sister woke up with a panic attack in the morning over her initial acceptance of my PhD decision. She is immensely scared of dealing with my father and his side of insensitive relatives. This only added to the pain I felt leaving them.

My Mum was very very sad today and cried a lot. Seeing me go each time has not been easy on her. She has Huntington’s disease and it’s progressed significantly. On top of this there is my father.

My flight to London was not great. First I had to pay £80 pounds only because I didn’t carry two bags with me. I am allowed 46 kgs. I carried a single bag with 29 kgs, and they said to split the weight to another bag, or pay the money.

Breezing through the immigration and then to the tube was easy. However, carrying this bag from tube to Travelodge where I am staying for a night before I go to Edinburgh was a nightmare. My hands are red sore.