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Week in Photos | Calfornia, I’m coming home

Ladies and gentlemen, we begin this ‘Week in Photos’ roundup with this moody shot of me watching the planes at LAX, shortly before getting on one of them and heading home:

LAX

This photo isn’t just “moody” in the artistic sense: it’s moody in the sense that I am one moody biatch when I’m coming home after a holiday. I’m all, “don’t look at me, don’t talk to me, Ima just sit here and cry into my coffee cup at the sheer injustice of the world. Bring me a Starbucks, though. Also a Smashbox Photo Finish Primer from duty free. Then go away again, srsly.”

Seeing as some of you were kind enough to show an interest in my ‘fear of flying’ post, however, let the record show that the most interesting thing about the LA-London flight was the presence of Christian Slater, who was (slightly surprisingly, I thought), sitting in the very last seat in business class, meaning that every single person in our particular section of economy had to file past him to get to our seats. Or, in Terry’s case, stop directly beside him and start frantically nodding in his direction, to get my attention. Once again, I totally wouldn’t have recognised him, but for some reason, once we were all seated, Christian (I can call him that now, given that we’ve – in a very technical, and also totally misleading, sense – spent the night together) decided to get out of his seat and walk up and down the aisle right next to us, thus giving us ample opportunity to see that he was, indeed, Christian Slater, and to also give my mum ample opportunity to turn round and hiss, “IS HE THE ONE FROM BATMAN? WELL, WHERE DO I KNOW HIM FROM?” a few times.

My theory? Christian had heard a rumour that The Chicken was on board, and was hoping to get a look at him:

The Chicken

He was destined to be disappointed, though, because The Chicken is a private kind of guy, and he’s not impressed by movie stars. Which is good, because it’s not like he’ll be seeing any in a village of 700 people, is it?

Anyway, I did pretty well on that flight, and on the two outbound flights, so I was feeling quite smug, and like I could take on the world, until I fell at the final hurdle, by totally losing it on the London – Edinburgh connection. In my defence, I’d been awake for over 24 hours at that point, and had been flying for around 11 of those hours, so I wasn’t really bringing my A-game, you know? Also in my defence, when we got onto the plane, it immediately became clear to me that THERE WAS SOMEONE ON THE ROOF and they were TRYING TO SAW THROUGH IT WITH A CHAINSAW. Or that’s what it sounded like, anyway, and you should know here that I have been studying the sounds airplanes make for years, so I ain’t no fool. I know what the wheels sound like when they come down/go up. I know the sound of the flaperons, er, flaperoning. I know the sound of the engines kicking up a notch. AND I KNOW THE SOUND OF SOMEONE SAWING THROUGH THE FREAKING ROOF, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, MAKE IT STOP.

You all think I’m exaggerating. People, I am totally not exaggerating. When I told my mum about my suspicions, she listened for a few seconds, then said brightly, “You’re right! It DOES sound like someone on the roof with a chainsaw!” Then she went back to reading about Posh and Becks, who have apparently been having some kind of drama, but unless it’s a drama of the “chainsaw-weilding-madman-on-airplane-roof” kind, I just don’t care. In vain I tried to make the people around me take The Noise seriously, but no one would. “Everyone else can hear it too,” my mum said, “So if it’s something unusual, someone will tell the pilot!” Which is all very well, but my main thought is, what if everyone is thinking the same thing? What if everyone thinks someone ELSE will tell the pilot about the chainsaw on the roof? And then NO ONE tells him, and the result is that we all plunge to our fiery deaths, just as I’ve been predicting for YEARS now?

Well, as you can see, we did not plunge to our fiery deaths. I did have a bit of a sob to myself, though, and by the end of the flight my dad wasn’t talking to me, so the flight was fairly standard, really AND I got to experience what it was like to be 13 again, so that was something, I guess. Oh, and there was no one famous on that flight. Not even Dizee Rascal or anyone.

Once we got back, the rest of the week was mostly devoted to getting over the jetlag, catching up with work, and (in my case) whining about not being in California. The weather has been beautiful: it’s been much warmer than it was during the “summer” (That’s not very warm, obviously, but the bar has been set pretty low here…), and the sunsets have been spectacular:

boring sunset photo

You’ll have to take my word for that, though, because that’s one terrible photo, but still: pretty skies, trust me on this. Pretty nice weather, too: the UK people I follow on Twitter have been all, “YAY, OCTOBER! COOL WEATHER! BOOTS AND COATS!” this week, but I’ve been wandering around with bare legs and short sleeves (Which I rarely get away with in the summer here, let alone at the start of October), which makes me wonder if I’ve accidentally slipped into some other dimension or something. I mean, I HOPE so, because when you have “cool, crisp weather” for 11.5 months of the year, it’s not exactly something to get excited about, is it? It’s always interesting to me how totally different my “two lives” are in that respect: almost everyone I follow online is currently going nuts over autumn, for instance, but I don’t know a single person in “real life” who isn’t mourning its approach, and dreading the dark, freezing days ahead.

With that said, I have to admit that unseasonably warm weather like this always feels a bit bittersweet to me. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been enjoying the sun, and doing my best to make the most of it, but it does have a bit of a “the condemned woman ate her last meal” feel about it. I don’t expect anyone to understand this, but I get genuinely depressed when the nights shorten and the days get colder (no, light therapy doesn’t seem to make much of a difference…), and knowing that’s just around the corner kinda makes me want to, I dunno, go outside and roll around in the sun or something, while I still can. Instead, I’ve just been making do with watching Rubin do it instead:

Rubinman

Always guaranteed to put a smile on my face!

[Title lyric: Joni Mitchell, ‘Calfornia‘]

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10 Comments
  • Andrea@WellnessNotes
    October 3, 2015

    I loved reading this post! I’ve only reading your blog for a few weeks but have to find the time to read through some older posts…

    I’m one of those people who “can’t wait for fall” as it’s still quite warm here in California. I see all the “fall looks” everywhere but can’t really wear them as it still gets really warm in the afternoons… But I also grew up in a cold climate with long, depressing winters, so I totally understand why you are not excited for fall to start…

  • Quaintrelle Georgiana
    October 3, 2015

    Rubin is such a sweetheart, his photos always make me smile.

  • Anna
    October 3, 2015

    Hi Amber, omg look at Rubin face – so cute. I hope you are well and not too jet lagged anymore. xx

  • Steff
    October 3, 2015

    I’m away to the States (homeland but for a holiday) later this month. I relate to flying stress (I’m not super bad generally but I did once spend a VERY turbulent flight writing goodbye notes on postcards!), jet lag and post holiday blues so much. Also feeling not super thrilled about the cold dark nights after such a rubbish summer. You dog has such a sweet face, glad you have him to cheer you up! And I guess one good thing about longer colder times ahead is they give us more time to dream and plan our next holiday! 🙂

  • Katryna
    October 4, 2015

    I can totally relate to the sadness of the season changing. This week we had an afternoon that was +20c for like 3 hours and I actually had to leave my desk at work and sit outside in the sun for fear of ‘missing it’ and crying as soon as I got home (happened about a week prior). Its like if you don’t go soak it up you’re taking it for granted and didn’t deserve it anyway.
    “No, warm sunshine! I love you! I just have adult responsibilites sometimes…please don’t leave me!”

  • CiCi Marie
    October 4, 2015

    I love that I am not alone with my ridiculous flying paranoia 😉 Whenever I flew with my parents I generally got so hysterical they would default to ‘all we can do is ignore her from this point on’ after about 15 minutes of telling me I was being stupid, I can totally imagine that if I flew with them now the exact same thing would happen. I am also really enjoying the warm weather – my outfits are far more summery than they were a few weeks ago. I am completely ok with that.

  • Rotem
    October 4, 2015

    I totally get it! Nothing is more depressing than looking outside every evening at the same hour (or going back from home, for me), and realizing that the days are getting shorter. Thinking about it really makes me sad.

  • TinaD
    October 4, 2015

    So there wasn’t a guy with a chainsaw on top of the plane? What was the noise, then, did you ever find out? (Probably turbulence. They always say it is turbulence, anyway.) I hate having to talk to people in airports. I also hate eating in airports, sitting down in airports, and being patted down in airports. There was that one time they had to go get a sniffer dog because I had a broken wrist… Rubin looks ecstatic, probably to have you guys home.

    • Amber
      October 4, 2015

      I’ve no idea what it was: we were on the ground at the time, so not turbulence…

  • Fiona
    October 4, 2015

    I normally DO love autumn but this year find myself really dreading the winter that follows. I particularly hate having to scrape the car and drive in icy weather. We got a stove installed this year though and that’s helping!

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