Home Time!!

Hello my lovely bloggers. So the quote from the last post is from "Supernatural" and is said by Dean Winchester. So I apologise in advance but this post is kind of a rant. If you wish to read then feel free if not then that is also fine with me.

This weekend I came home from university because I needed to sort out some paperwork and things for my Christmas job. I came home on the train; I have done this once before however it was the first time I did it on my own so it was going to be a fun journey to start with... Before I even got to the train station I was already panicking in case I missed my train due to trying to ensure my friend was seen by our doctors as she wasn’t very well. Thankfully she was seen and I didn’t miss my train. Now when I booked my train tickets I reserved my seat so that I could ensure I would have a seat for the journey however when I had gotten on the train there was two women sat near my reserved seat with a dog... The dog was sat in my seat. I politely told her that I think it was my reserved seat but due to the fact that the reservation ticket was not in the back of the chair she looked at me and point blank told me "I'm not moving" no sorry or "oh were only on for *however many* stops" nothing like that... just "I'm not moving... there’s not seat reservation, I’m not moving"... 

This woman looked like she could have knocked me out in one punch... I'm 5 foot 2 and couldn't imitate a fly if I tried… and I didn’t want to risk it so I chose to sit in another seat. However I was still sat near the seat I should have been in so I could hear the women still saying “I'm not moving”. Thankfully the person whose seat I had sat in wasn’t due to get on at York which is the station that I was getting off at. Once she stopped saying she wasn’t moving a member of the train staff went round and placed the seat reservations in the back of the seat… and she still didn’t say any form of sorry. At this point I was already frustrated and annoyed. But anyway the train started and we were off. 20 – 30 minutes later we pulled up to the next station and she got off… the women and the dog got off… I was now past frustrated and at the point of bouncing (note: I use the term bouncing to refer to being mad) she made this fuss about not moving and she was on the train for one stop…

Anyway after this fiasco I began to calm down and started to enjoy my train journey and 2 hours later I was due to get off and change trains so that I could get my train home. Now this sounds so simple and in theory it is however when you factor in delays and trains being late and how long you actually have to change trains before it pulls away it becomes less easy. I got to Leeds and it turns out that the person whose seat I had sat in wasn’t getting on at York but got on at Leeds, the station before I needed to be off. But due to the fact that somebody else was now in my seat and the train had gotten somewhat full at Leeds I was unable to move. We eventually set off from Leeds and made away to York. However it was announced over the tannoy that we had left Leeds City station 5 minutes late… I should have pulled into York station at 20:06 and been on the platform ready for my 20:16 train. However due to my train leaving 5 minutes late from the previous station I didn’t arrive at York until 20:11… this left me 5 minutes to change trains at a station I had never been to before. 

When I got to York station I could see the platform I needed but I didn’t know how to get to it and what made it worse was the fact there was a train already on the platform… I got off my train as fast as I could, quickly spoke to someone to see where I needed to be and then ran up a set of stairs, across a bridge and down more stairs as fast as I could with a heavy suitcase but as I was a few steps away from the bottom the train started pulling away… I have never known as much fear as I experienced the moment the train moved.

Thankfully when I did get onto the platform it was announced over the tannoy that the next train… my actually train… was 2 minutes late. I cannot explain the level of joy which washed over me the moment I heard that. I'm not sure whether there had been an event on or something in York but there was a group of people stood on the platform who had clearly been drinking since, probably, lunch time… they were drunk and extremely loud.

My next train pulled up and this time it was my train. Once on I was able to find my seat and this time I actually got to sit in it but the group of drunken people sat around me… I had 40 minutes until I was to get off the train. In an attempt to block them out I placed my earphones in so that I could listen to music but even though my music was on the loudest setting possible I could still hear them… yep, they were that loud. Due to my train being late coming in, I was also late arriving at home. My train should have gotten to my home station at 20:57 but due to the lateness I arrived at 21:05. Yet this was not the end of my journey from hell… I stood at the doors waiting to get off and they didn’t open so I pressed the button and the still did open… by now I was panicking so I tried again and pressed the button, this time the doors opened and I pretty much jumped off the train.

Now if that had been the end to my manic night I would have been so happy however due to it being Halloween I was also going out with friends, so once I got dropped off at home, I sorted the things I needed for my costume, hopped into my car and drove over to my friend’s boyfriend’s house. Once at his house, I got my stuff, locked my car and knocked on his door. I was let in by his brother and found my friends in the front room. Once I was quickly dressed, I sorted my friends make up out and then my own before she sorted my hair and with that I was finally ready and that was the end to my manic night and I was finally able to go out and have fun with my friends…

So that’s it basically although I have to do the whole thing to go back to uni on Sunday but hopefully it won’t be as stressful as I have 20 minutes to ensure I am on the right train back from York…. This week’s quote is “you’re lucky, he’s lucky, I’m lucky, we’re all lucky!!” you know the rules my lovely bloggers who said it and where’s it from?

Until next time x