At the start of the journey I was a bit worried about the train ride from Heathrow to Euston to Bangor, as I have only ever visited London for a grand total of three days in my entire life. But then I gave the whole thing to God and remembered that the worst thing that could happen to me is to get lost, which already happens to me far more often than it should. When I arrived in Heathrow, despite being unable to afford a hotel, hostel, or anything resembling a bed, I found a clean, spacious restroom to wash up in (will be using that in a few hours) and a twenty-four hour coffee shop with free wi fi. I really couldn't ask for much else. The restroom reminds me of my time in the Nagoya airport when I arrived twelve hours ahead of the rest of the interns and took a nap on a cot in the toilet meant for the handicapped. As of now, I have tidied up, eaten a sandwich, brushed my teeth, and I am dressed in my striped nightgown, ready for three and a half hours of sleep in the airline lounge. If you didn't catch that last part--I am sitting in Heathrow airport in my pyjamas! You're all jealous!
P.S. Dear Natalie, I don't expect you to read this until I am already on the train, but have no fears. All is well with my soul.