Used to Be Mother found the trip home to Canada "very different" At the time she usually goes to bed, we were boarding the plane. I thought she would fall asleep instantly but star gazer that she is, she looked out the window almost the entire trip seeing what she could she.
The escalators and walk ways terrified her. She was certain she would fall.
She was obstinate and rude when the security guard asked her to remove her shoes.
Used to Be Mother could not manage carrying anything and walking at the same time and so my sister and I were loaded down with all her stuff. When we put them into the overhead, she was certain that her purse would be lost forever.
Now Westjet has the most ridiculous set up at both airports where you have a good ten minute walk before you arrive at baggage or customs. She had no idea where she was going despite our being right beside her and so she slowed to a snail's pace. Tentative. Afraid. Unsure.
When she arrived at her complex, we noticed she perked up, walked with confidence and determination down the hallway to her apartment door. Home sweet home. Routine. Predictable. Safe.
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