For some reason I set my alarm incorrectly and was up a bit later than I would have liked. I only had about an hour to do my last minute packing.
Too quickly I had said goodbye to my Mom, hugging and telling her over and over that I will be safe and that I love her. My Dad drove me to the airport and we had our goodbyes. My parents were the hardest people to leave. In just a few minutes my Dad had left and I was on my own.
As luck would have it my flight was delayed for over an hour. It didn't really matter, I was never in any danger of missing my flight to London. When I had gotten to JFK I was just killing time reading a book when a pigeon walked by. I'm not kidding. I tried to take a picture but couldn't get my camera out before it had walked away.
Reality still hasn't quite sunk in. This can't possibly be my life!
I didn't want to count this as day 1 as I'm spending the whole day in an airport. Day 1 begins when I get through immigration at Gatwick.
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