So I'm busy sitting at Schiphol Airport Slightly sleep deprived and having a 24 hour layover to deal with.
The fun thing about being me is I'm generally unlucky in ways I'll elaborate on a little now (yeah yeah I know. Despite the fact that I'm in beautiful Amsterdam! And have enough money to buy beer and chill and have a very inspiring crispy bacon and egg sandwich while writing this.("Chew slower and enjoy more!", "Dare to dream and have fun living it!))
After a rather harrowing flight (For some reason people see a 6ft2 bear behind them and the people in front of you generally think 'I've always wanted to crush a large man's legs during a 9 hour flight by never returning my seat out of the recline position!' Yay fun!
Unfortunately this is the second time I've actually stepped foot on Amsterdam's beautiful land, and its the second time I JUST haven had enough time to actually leave the airport.
So lets just say I'm getting very familiar with the various parts of this lovely airport! (I have a favourite sleeping bench because I don't have enough euros to buy a bed for the night...)(I also have a favourite bathroom!)
Its sad for me however... Over the past 6 month I've been living with my awesome Mom in Canada while trying to obtain a Holiday Work Visa (Which I'm still waiting on.... See "Unlucky" in the preface)
Fortunately being a British Passport holder entitles you to a lot but unfortunately this doesn't include more than 6 months in The Great White North.
This will mean going back to live with my Dad for a spell... A man who... Well lets just say if he doesn't end up with a broken nose soon I will be very surprised at my self restraint.
On a positive note I'm currently still studying for my TESOL Qualification which will allow me to travel the world teaching the wee little ones English! Hopefully I'll be able to go to amazing places like Cambodia and Russia and Thailand! (And if I can somehow get myself a Bachelors Degree maybe even South Korea and Japan! -gasp/swoon-)
Lets hope my notorious bad luck or slight stutter wont hold me back from that!
But enough about me. What about you guys?
anyone got any stories about dick-heads stomping all over your dreams and how they rose from the ashes like a phoenix!
Or any cool airport stories?
Or stories about how much they love their mom? (Cause mom's are badasses!)Let me know! Id love to hear from you guys!