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y suitcase from our storage cage in the garage yesterday, the tags — and build-up of filth on the hardware — were a clear reminder I’d not travelled afar for years. My suitcase still had my old address; I moved into my new abode just one month before the pandemic took hold of our lives.I’ve done the math and figured out that the time spent travelling from leaving my house to arriving at my Dad’s is over 30 hours. Transitting is a killer — but a necessity. There’s nothing worse than running for a flight, especially when you know it’s the only one for the next 24 hours.My Dad and his wife live in the northern ‘burbs of Sydney, so once I land, I still have an hour’s train trip before declaring, ‘I’m here!’ They insist on meeting me at the airport so that trip will hardly be arduous. Can you imagine the natter? It’s not like we haven’t spoken for three years, but finally, being together will be fantastic!Mother Nature is also being kind; the forecast is +6 degrees for Montréal tomorrow. Air Canada: please don’t decide to ca

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ncel or delay my flight for some silly reason. I will not be amused.The best news is I scored an upgrade to Premium Economy from Auckland to Sydney, my last leg. <a href="https://readmedium.com/ive-put-in-a-bid-for-an-upgrade-e2182cee8d8f">I wrote about</a> the fantastic opportunity Air New Zealand offers its passengers and decided to throw myself out there with an offer.For an extra $120, I have (hopefully) a nicer trip between Auckland and Sydney. Watch this space for a full report!It would’ve been magical to have more room for the 14-hour trip between Vancouver and Auckland, but my bid was weak. Deep down, I know those last four hours on the go are the worst, so regardless of being in cattle class for hours between Montréal and Auckland, I’m excited to do the last leg in style.I’ve every intention of writing about my trip when I can. I may annoy you with an ad-verbatim account or go AWOL. Time will tell!On that note, I’m signing out.Adios amigos!</article></body>

After three long years, I’m heading home to see my family.

I’ve been on edge for the last few weeks, praying I wouldn’t be infected with the latest round of Covid variants or have something completely untoward that would affect my travel plans.

I survived — despite a close call. A dear friend got the dreaded lurgy last week, but thankfully, I had canned plans to have a pre-Christmas celebration with her after her son caught Covid.

This virus is a beast.

When my son grabbed my suitcase from our storage cage in the garage yesterday, the tags — and build-up of filth on the hardware — were a clear reminder I’d not travelled afar for years. My suitcase still had my old address; I moved into my new abode just one month before the pandemic took hold of our lives.

I’ve done the math and figured out that the time spent travelling from leaving my house to arriving at my Dad’s is over 30 hours. Transitting is a killer — but a necessity. There’s nothing worse than running for a flight, especially when you know it’s the only one for the next 24 hours.

My Dad and his wife live in the northern ‘burbs of Sydney, so once I land, I still have an hour’s train trip before declaring, ‘I’m here!’ They insist on meeting me at the airport so that trip will hardly be arduous. Can you imagine the natter? It’s not like we haven’t spoken for three years, but finally, being together will be fantastic!

Mother Nature is also being kind; the forecast is +6 degrees for Montréal tomorrow. Air Canada: please don’t decide to cancel or delay my flight for some silly reason. I will not be amused.

The best news is I scored an upgrade to Premium Economy from Auckland to Sydney, my last leg. I wrote about the fantastic opportunity Air New Zealand offers its passengers and decided to throw myself out there with an offer.

For an extra $120, I have (hopefully) a nicer trip between Auckland and Sydney. Watch this space for a full report!

It would’ve been magical to have more room for the 14-hour trip between Vancouver and Auckland, but my bid was weak. Deep down, I know those last four hours on the go are the worst, so regardless of being in cattle class for hours between Montréal and Auckland, I’m excited to do the last leg in style.

I’ve every intention of writing about my trip when I can. I may annoy you with an ad-verbatim account or go AWOL. Time will tell!

On that note, I’m signing out.

Adios amigos!