After all the inconclusive discussion and self-debating of the past week, I decided to go to New York after all. Except I made the mistake of deciding a little late. With my frantic packing-unpacking-repacking of last night, I got to bed fairly late and didn’t hear my alarm.
And as a result, I missed my bus.
Fortunately, there are empty seats on the next bus, so the trip hasn’t been cancelled altogether.
I’m sitting here at the Starbucks across from the Coach Station right now, where I’ve already spent the last three hours. Because it turns out the next bus to New York City isn’t until 7 PM tonight… and yet there’s no point going home to wait. I have a book, I have a laptop, and I’ve spent all this effort getting my luggage up and down the non-accessible TTC stairs. So here I am, waiting. Only 3 hours left!
The fact that my bus doesn’t leave till 7 PM also means that it’ll be one of those much-longer-time-on-the-road overnight trips. So I won’t actually arrive in New York until around 5:30 AM tomorrow morning. On the bright side, it means I won’t be finding my hotel in the frigid night air at midnight like originally planned. On the downside, it means that I’m wasting a night’s stay at a somewhat nice hotel. And that in itself is a pity, because it was originally booked for two.
Sigh.
I’m still somewhat angry that you cancelled on me, you know that?
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