safe in edinburgh, yet...

The past week has been a trying week. I don't have time to explain it all, I am expected back at the flat for dinner, but I will try to explain some.

Yesterday, after an incredible day spent in Cambrige with Liz's family, Alex arrived at Stanstead airport and were devastated when we found out how much our extra bag cost. We chose to go with Stanstead because we were able to find two tickets for the price that we were going to pay Virgin trains for one. 181 pounds for two train tickets, 90 pounds for two plain tickets. I won't go into how difficult it has been to try and cancel our train tickets, a process that the receptionist assured me was just a phone call away...when in fact it is a letter and 20 business days away. We got to Stanstead (two hours out of Oxford, which was why Liz took us in: a half hour away from Cambrige), and found that we were only allowed 20kg each for our checked baggage. The extra bag ended up costing us 120 pounds; after I paid for it I walked away from the desk in a rage; I felt like I was being punished; I wanted to cry, but I was too cross. On the plane they charged us for the complimentary penuts and lemonade; I took the head hankie that was velcrowed to the top of my seat on my way out. I don't know what I'll do with it, I don't think I was justified, but I did it anyway.

When we arrived in the flat, it was beautiful, but not everybody had arrived. There was one big room, two mid-size rooms, and one single room. As it was set up, there were two people in each room, but the single was a bit cramped. To make a long (2 hour) discussion short, the two girls in the single room were cramped, but one of them did not want to share a room with three people in the big room, Aaron (whom I am having trouble looking at right now) was full of ideas but when it came to him sharing or moving his stuff, he was immediately reticent. The way it has ended up, is that Alex and I are now sharing the single room. No one has moved except the people who were originally in the single room. Nothing has changed except those who were willing to get the shit end of the stick... ... ...it was very sad to see such stubborness, and unwillingness to sacrifice. I am very angry still and very hurt, Alex more than me. After we got settled in, she just laid on my chest and cried for a while. I just lay in wonder at people and the world and hurt...

The day started so well...I climbed to the top of Aurthur's Seat to clear my head and be thankful to God for providing such an incredible oportunity. I am still thankful for this, but sad as well.

We are safe in Edinburgh, we have a tech rehearsal at 5am tomorrow. I must go.

Cheers,
Tyler

P.S. Mom, I have not talked to Aaron about the utility bill yet. I still want to sink my fist into his face too much to have that discussion as of yet; I need to wait to cool down. About the bag: I mailed it from the post office in Bristol, I will email them or call or something...I hope it hasn't gotten lost. I love you all.