Taken a couple of days earlier at home.
I got up early, got dressed, hopped on a train from Kings Cross to Central (thank you, kind ticket seller, for telling me where to go), then onto a train on the Airport Line. Had a few panicked moments where I wondered if I was on the right train, but soon I reached the domestic terminal, and then got off at the international terminal.
Wandered up the frillion escalators required to reach the terminal itself, and immediately found myself in the arrivals area for Gates A and B. It was 8:40am. I walked around, familiarising myself with the place, and sat down to wait. At 9:15am, I checked the arrivals screen, and saw, to my joy, that Joe's plane had landed!
Heart pounding!
Excited grin on my face!
Palms sweating!
Terrified!
... And then nothing happened!
I was on edge for over forty-five minutes, expecting him at any second. Endless streams of passengers from planes coming through, greeting family members and loved ones, and still I saw no Joe. I began to wonder if it was all some sort of beautiful dream, if maybe I was schizophrenic and had invented this lovely American man who was coming to visit me, but then... shortly after 10am... as I was looking around the crowd for the hundredth time... there he was, smiling at me.
Joe's path to me was blocked by a family embracing in front of us, and we laughed a little at the fact that, yet again, something was preventing us from finally meeting, but then, there he was! Right in front me! Living, breathing and smelling really, really good. ;-) I gave him a huge hug, and he didn't let me go for ages, finally releasing me with two kisses on my cheek. Joe had three suitcases with him, so I guarded them (looked tough, you know) while he went to exchange some money at the currency exchange place (charged like a wounded bull, too) and then we caught a taxi to the hotel. Whilst in the taxi, Joe gave me a Phillies tee-shirt and tiny shorts, which are so cute! We later took a photo for DailyBooth with me wearing the tee-shirt (can't show you the shorts -- they're a little bit X-rated with my butt filling them out:
PHILLIES WOOHOO! ... Do I sound like I know something about sports now?
Joe also gave me a beautiful necklace, made of gold and rose gold, which you can see in most of the pictures that have been taken of us (you'll see it, don't worry), because I put it on and haven't taken it off! We spent the taxi journey chatting and getting used to each other's physical presence. I think maybe we held hands. Possibly. It was so cool! I was sort of terrified of this gorgeous guy with the Matrix-esque sunglasses sitting across from me, but at the same time, I knew him so damn well. Truly a unique experience. After a short ride in the taxi, we arrived at the hotel, and we lugged all of Joe's stuff upstairs to the hotel. Ahem. Several hours later, we made our way though Kings Cross and into Potts Point, where we lunched at a lovely, if expensive, Thai restaurant. We were distracted by being generally enamoured of each other's company, and neglected to take any photos except this one:
Don't really know what happened to my hair. Sorry. Avert your eyes!
The rest of our afternoon and evening, we spent hanging out at the hotel and wandering around Kings Cross and Potts Point. We ate food! To be honest, I don't even remember specifics too well from that day... (I won't go into loads of detail about our first kiss...) I just remember the hazy feeling of being blissfully happy in uniting with Joe. Hanging out with somebody I know so well, who knows me like the back of his own hand, getting to know each other's physical presence, and having such a blast doing it. It was so much fun, and we had a great time. 'Twas the beginning of something truly very special...
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