Finland is nothing like what I expected it to be. To be honest, I’m not quite sure what I had expected… but now at least I know that Finland has a crazy amount of trees. And it only took me thirteen hours to get here.
Strange enough, I like comparing airports. Not that I have been to a plethora of them, but I’d say a fair enough amount to attempt to draw some parallels. The airport here is well lit, accomodating to passer byers (if that’s even a word), and definitely less crowded than Heathrow. In fact, I was trampled twice just standing there, and I’m not even a small person.
In about 30 minutes, we will be boarding our next flight to New Delhi, for which the customer service rep has kindly let me know is a fully packed, crowded, 7 hour flight. Interesting.
Being that I hate being crowded, I am completely dreading it. However, the upside is you always meet the most interesting people on planes. Sometimes you want to punch them, and sometimes they make your experience that much better.
My flight to London meant meeting Bheem, an adorable 15 month old friend, who despite his disjuncted bouts of crying, won me over with his cute overly dramatic expressions.
My flight to Helsinki (did I mention was upgraded? BOOYAH again) highlighted the consideration that strangers can sometimes show. Being completely deprived of sleep, I managed to sleep the entire four hours, waking up intermittently. At one point, I woke up and the passenger next to me was gone, which was quite ninja of him, as I didn’t even move to let him leave. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring into his (for lack of a better word) ass, because he was trying to step over my sleeping form not to wake me. Naturally, I did what one normally does in this situation, keep pretending to sleep.
So now I’m here, in Helsinki, already homesick, missing my mom, and hoping that melantonin can help cure my now completely skewed sense of time.
But it is so worth it. Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.
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