Sigh...

Why are people never careful unless the inevitable happens to them, and then from there, they take necessary precautions? This isn't a rant towards others, but rather, a rant towards myself.

I have traveled all over the globe. I've been to more places internationally then my parents and siblings combined. And yet when I'm making a small trip (compared to the others) within the country of my current residence, I lose my luggage. Not just the luggage either. Seasoned travellers know that you should never place personal documents in the main luggage. It should always stay in the carry-on bag or on your body. My stupid self went and put my passport in my luggage. I'm not even leaving the bloody country so why did I take it?? I guess I sorta figured the passport would be safer with me than locked up in my room at the chap. Stupid. Stupid! STUPID!!!!! Now it's lost somewhere in England along with my entire summer wardrobe, two books that do not belong to me, a few months worth of crochet work, my credit card (cancelled it), a few years worth of makeup, and all of my swim gear (not exactly cheap either). Good vacation eh? At least my laptop and dissertation stuff is safe.

All I wanted was a relaxing few weeks down in South England to spend with a good friend and her family. And now this happens. It seems that since January, I am a walking recipe for disaster. I know I'm not the only person this has happened to, but it sure does feel that way right now. I wanted a week or two, drama-free. But it seems that everytime I get with Charli, drama happens...most of the time, not our fault. But I can't help feeling bad. It's still MY luggage and MY mistake to put MY passport in the luggage. This happens on MY visit. You see a pattern here?

Oh and to make it more fun..funner..whatever, digital camera still hasn't arrived. We ordered it on Sunday evening before the trip on Wednesday. Chey used his card to order it. It was scheduled to be delivered on Tuesday, the night before. Delivery man thought, "oh, it's a little box, nothing of big significance. they can wait for it." wait for it my ass. so it arrives after i leave. Chey forwards it down here, and whatdya know. IT GETS LOST. (WHAT THE F*** IS GOING ON?) So Chey is badgering Royal Mail, while I'm badgering Chey and the luggage security people. That equals a nightmare (not Hell, which I've already experienced). That plus a loving family watching your back equals definitely making the situation bearable. I've only had one breakdown since I've been here, in the privacy of my own room talking to Dad. That's pretty decent for me to be fair. I haven't paid Chey for the camera yet so technically, it's still his. I just hope it comes soon and that Royal Mail and Luggage security need to get their butts in gear. And by the way, security people, it doesn't take 3 days to make a security DVD. The world was created in 6 days. So get your butt on it.

Happier blog to follow.