Day 6-13...

As if the saying 'what can happen, will happen' couldn't hold more true than it did today. Damn you Murphy, whom ever you were!

My flight out of Philadelphia, for tomorrow, has once again been cancelled. The earliest flight? 27 of April, getting me into Heathrow on the 28th. This has just reached a new level of completely obscene. Not only now are my students going without a teacher for almost TWO WEEKS, but it will be nearly a month that I don't see Adam. I'm going out of my mind to be completely honest.

So to keep myself sane, I'm taking a day in NYC to take photos, get a bit of writing accomplished, maybe visit a museum or two, and then heading to Philly on Wednesday morning until about Friday morning where I'll be coming BACK to Baltimore for a second run.

I feel a bit in limbo right now. I'm not without a job, but I can't do anything FOR my job. It's not as though I need to look for a job, but my funds are going to start dwindling very quickly. I have friends and family here, but I'm also missing Adam horribly and my friends back in the UK. I have so much that I can see and do here, but all I want to be is in the UK getting on with my life. Such a torn feeling...