On Friday my time in the United States came to an end and I departed at 9am (getting up at 5am wasn’t fun) and flew back to London. This time there was no free upgrade, and while I tried to get an exit row seat for extra legroom I couldn’t (at least without paying) so I was stuck with an aisle seat in economy.
Fortunately this wasn’t as bad as I was expecting as I was able to stretch out into the aisle a little and didn’t have to fold myself up too much. Additionally the small child that was seated a few rows in front of me was well behaved so I didn’t have to put up with a screaming kid all the way home, which was nice.
Now I have to get used to the little things in London again. Night buses instead of trains, using my oyster card rather than my metrocard (and not having to worry about topping it up manually) and the differences with the etiquette in bars with respect to tipping. I’m sure I’ll soon slip back into the usual ways though.
For now, however, it’s time to get on with the mass of unpacking and washing that I need to do before work starts again on Tuesday.
