We had arrived from Athens to London with British Air to deal with snow and labour disputes with baggage handlers. The next few days were a nightmare except for the kind hospitality of John, Connie, Claire & husband close by the airport.
20,000 pieces of luggage were stockpiled and moved to warehouses. We put in a lost baggage form and headed for Vancouver with neither of our large bags. These contained most of our gifts, most of our good clothes.
We began to settle in and had a late Christmas with my family which was most meaningful. My family had even set up the Christmas tree & hung stockings as a welcome-home gift!
One week later, Dov received his bag in the early am. I had to wait 7 weeks! 7 weeks of long-distance phone calls being put on hold, checking on- line. I had already started a claim as I had been told that it probably would never show up. I never felt like I had fully landed. Imagine my shock when I got a phone call from Vancouver airport, end of February, that they had my bag and they would deliver it at 2am. When it arrived the corners were squashed, trim broken but everything was there, even a fragile Venetian glass Christmas tree unbroken. If only that bag could talk and tell me its story!
I soon realized when back that I never really felt back ...because part of me, a big part of me, was still out there...somewhere! As I sat and looked at my bag in the early am. hours, I realized with great awareness how much we identify with our things. The things we travel with become important allies. Now we were all home, I could relax into being home...finally!
That experience was part of being 'On the Road Again'--a part I hope to never experience again.
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