
Since the end of the last post, I was feeling pretty positive! I woke up in the morning, feeling hopeful for the day to come. Just to let you all know, my eyes were either glued to the TV for updates or glued to my laptop with London Heathrow's website page on the front. I was also keeping in touch with some of my good friends in Ireland periodically to make sure everything was going good in terms of volcano.
So far so good.
However, I realized that I didn't pack one huge essential item: my make-up bag. I know, I know... laugh and giggle all you want. It was a comfort security and I needed it. Can I just say, that I have amazing friends? My roommate actually drove it to Racine for me and dropped it off. Bless you, Kay :)
Anyway.
My dad took me down to the airport six hours early because I wanted to see if I could jump on an earlier flight (flight I had was to leave at 10 pm). Unfortunately, lady at counter said that you couldn't do stand-by flights for international departures.
Bummer.
Also, we had gone to the wrong terminal to begin with because my international flight was leaving out of a domestic terminal. One would only think that I would have left out of the international terminal... not so much the case this time. Weird.
My dad walked me over once more to the security lines and we said our goodbyes. I was pretty confident that I was going to make it to the UK; I had a strong feeling. After getting through the painfully long line, (which by the way, totally got yelled at for taking a bin to put my belongings in from a line that I was not in. Apparently they are labeled? Seriously now.) I made it through and was able to meet up with my team leader, Tim.
He is a funny guy let me tell you. We talked about how our goal is to minister to the 98% of people who didn't go to church instead of staying within that 2%. We were coming up with different scenarios and talking about my vision for it all as well as where I thought I could see myself in. Honestly, it was pretty scary talking about it all. This is huge and new stage of my life--this was the real deal. Was a bit nervous but am good with it all now.
Teammate Bryan showed up! Shorter than what I thought he'd be LOL :) but a very funny and nice guy. We chatted a bit and then we all headed up to a suite lounge where all the frequent fliers can stay instead of by gate. Let me tell you, leather couches and chairs, free coffee and snacks and a complimentary glass of wine. AMAZING. Was so relaxing and quiet--exactly was I needed.
Tim and Bryan's flight left right before me so I stayed up there and watched Legally Blonde on the TV until I boarded.
Walked down, sat down in my assigned seat, and we were off.
No ashes, no volcano; just me in the air with a pillow and blanket, ready to embrace the future ahead.
Now... here is where it all gets interesting.
Eight hours later, I officially landed in London's airport, excited for a new day and adventure. I texted some people to let me them know I had got here safely and started to head towards the baggage claim. As I approached customs, I got out my details and passport to go through.
The lady called me forward and took my information I handed her. As she was looking through everything, all of a sudden she stopped and looked at me. Then she sternly asks, "Why were you sent home from Ireland? What are you doing here? Why have you gone to Ireland this much?"
My heart literary skipped a beat.
She was drilling me for information about what happened last summer when I got sent home by the Irish. In short terms, I explained to her that my paperwork that I had was expired and so was not recognized as a person to enter the country by the government.
She really didn't understand this at all. She had questioned everytime I had entered ireland and what my purpose was; grilling me of what I was doing in the UK. She even told me to stop lying because she soon was going to find out the truth. I promised her that everything was the truth and that I had nothing to hide. She then said, "Well, I am not sure if we can let you in the country. Have a seat while I talk to the chief."
My heart had stopped.
Are you freaking kidding me?! I thought.
Is this seriously going to happen again??As I walked away, I chuckled to myself because I couldn't believe it was happening. She soon came and got me and put me in a room with other UK border patrol. They took my picture a few times and then got fingerprinted and was sent off to containment to wait.
I sat there in disbelief. Was this seriously happening? Ten minutes later, she came in and told me that it was going to be three-quarters to an hour that I would know and be talked to and interviewed.
Five hours later...
I was scared out of my mind. I really thought I was going home. I sat there shaking and said, "God, if you don't want me here and if this is a closed road, then send me home." She finally came back and said "Follow me" very sternly. Her and I sat down in a room as she started to ask questions. She asked me so many questions.... and at first she didn't believe me on what I told her why I was here. She had asked me if I knew the people I was staying with. I replied "no" which is the truth, in turn she replied back with, " I do not understand why strangers would take someone into their home and not charge any rent at all. This doesn't sound right. Are you telling me the truth?"
I seriously could not believe at how ridiculous this was. She started to ask me what I do at home, about my family, and who I knew in ireland. Oh and here is a good one: right before I boarded the plane, my dad gave me a family tree chart of where my family all came from. Cool thing, they were from Scotland. He thought it would be cool for me to look at it on the plane and see if I was going to be near any of these places. WELL, the lady found it and asked what it was. I told her.
"Are any of these people alive?"
"No."
"Are you going grave hunting for these people and dig them up?"
"What? No?"
Haha, I know right? I re-explained to her what it was and she finally got it. It was just a piece of paper with my family on it.
Did I mention that this interview took almost two hours? oh yes. she had to write the questions and my answers down all by hand. Ridiculous.
Anyway, at the end, she had explained that she wasn't sure if I was allowed here. She said she had to call the Irish police to see if I was allowed back there, and if I wasn't, they wouldn't let me in either. Understandable... I guess.
After she got off the phone with them, she started to joke around and be nice with me. I think she was realizing how ridiculous this all was. She said that I was allowed back into Ireland.
Well, duh. She then stated that they didn't have enough evidence to send me home.
No way!They seriously blew a tiny thing into something huge that just wasted almost 7 hours of my time and scared the crap out of me.
Needless to say, I was granted permission into the UK, but was warned that if I do come back, my passport was now flagged and may be questioned everytime I enter now.
I have a file. A file! Like a criminal.
After she released me, I seriously ran. I needed to get out of that airport.
I jumped on a train and after 6 hours, I was FINALLY in Scotland. My good friend was telling me that Satan was doing everything he could to keep me from going this time.
I got a hold of Bryan and was he relieved! He said that if he didnt hear from me, he was going to jump on a plane right back to London. Protective and sweet I know!
Sue Rose, (fantastic lady and host to where I am staying) came and picked me up from the station and took me home to be united with my team and to call the night to a close. As I entered, she put food in front of me ( I had none to eat since the plane) and we chatted for a long bit. Bryan walked in and sighed a huge sigh of relief. "Melanie, I know we just met, but can I please give you a hug?"
It was exactly what I needed. Just a hug.
I then met a gal named Rachel, who lives here in the house, and was cool to start to get to know her. I also met Catricia (another future, hopeful,teammate)who is my roomy while I am here. Fantastic lady! From LA as well!
After a long day, I decided to retire and get some sleep. Still in a state of shock about what happened and can't believe how ridiculous it was. It was traumatizing for a while but doing ok.
If I learned anything, this is it:
the UK containment area is WAY nicer than the Irish. The one in Ireland had 4 white walls and one chair. They wouldn't even let me use the bathroom!
At least in the UK containment, there were glass windows so they could watch me, couches and chairs, some water and fruit with a bathroom!
Very first class.
Excited for a new day. Hope everything is uphill from here.
Love you all so much xoxo