As expected, my mood lifted as soon as I landed in Vancouver.
I was in a totally dark mood last week as problems piled on one after another. And with the insomnia stretching several days in a row with no end in sight, my body completely broke down just hours before the trip. Fever shot up, joints flared and it was painful to walk. It got so bad that this trip was dangerously close to not happening.
I was still in a horrible mood when I was at the airport to board my flight. When I arrived in Hong Kong airport for transit, I was pulled aside by the health officer because their thermal scanner picked up my fever. Not the first time this happened, but because of the past few week's happenings, my heart sank and I went "oh shit oh shit oh shit" non-stop. But my doctor's letter saved the day.
And when I ended up next to a screaming kid for the 12 hour flight to Vancouver ... let's just say I was ready to kill the next person who pissed me off.
Then I landed in Vancouver.
Mountains in the distance.
And the familiar smell that hit my nose as soon as I stepped out of the plane. (Can't describe the smell except "it smells like Canada".)
My bad mood just fizzled away.
It was like magic.
All my problems felt so far away. (Well, except for some - my fever and joint pains followed me here and obviously my autoimmune illness is not going anywhere so I still have to deal with them. Pacing the trip carefully although there are already a couple of days I got carried away, only to pay the price by having the pain wake me up at night.)
6 more days in Vancouver.
How quickly time flies.
And thank goodness I made it here.