Sorry, for the lack of pictures, I promise some in the next update.
Our story begins August 9th at 4:15am, hubby and I wake up before the alarm and get the last few things together before our cab at 5am. We eat a quick breakfast and say goodbye to the cat

. Our neighbour will be feeding her for the next few weeks.
*Note the suitcase in the background is not the one I took.
The cab driver phones at 4:50am to say he's downstairs. We grab our bags and head down to the cab, I'm disappointed when I see it because I asked the company to send a bigger car because we had loads of luggage and they hadn't. So we put as many bags in the trunk as we can and DH has to sit in the back with the biggest bag, while I sit in front with the driver. The driver is very strange and seems a little sexist. He goes on and on about how it's nice my husband is taking me on vacation and he hopes we are going somewhere nice. I mostly ignore him instead of telling him I'm the one paying for the holiday.
After 10 minutes we arrive at Norwich train station and board our train to London. We both fall asleep on the train since it's so early and the two hour journey seems to go by in 20 minutes. At Liverpool Street we finally discover how difficult it will be carrying these bags through the metro. We both had one large rolling bag, one carry-on plus DH had a backpack and I had my purse for our personal items. I don't understand how a busy station like Liverpool street can have no lifts. We had to carry our bags up and down 3 flights of stairs before making it to our train for Paddington station. When we started down the last set of stairs, a nice man decided he was going to help me with my bag because I was struggling. Unfortunately, he didn't ask me before grabbing the bag out of my hands so I was freaked out for a second because this man had just taken my bag. When he noticed this he realized what he had done and then asked me if I wanted help, so I let him carry it down the rest of the way for me.
We struggled on and off the metro to Paddington station where we found even more stairs and no lifts

to get to the Heathrow express. We rode the short journey standing with our bags since there wasn't room on the luggage racks.

At Heathrow we check in for our flight and dropped off our bags, happy not to see them for a few hours.
We start to go through security and I get stopped and asked if they can check my liquid. This makes me nervous but I have nothing to hide and it’s not like I can say no. I get DH to follow us and the lady takes us off to the side to test a few of my liquids. She tells me about her job and how she has to test so many liquids today. Since DH is there she decides to test some of his as well. After a few minutes she lets us go and we find our gate. DH parks at the gate with the bags and I go off in search of food. I get myself an egg and bacon sandwich, a water, a flap jack for later and a candy bar for DH since he wasn’t hungry.
We board our British Airways flight to Chicago (we will be connecting here before going to Detroit) and instantly feel good about this flight after seeing the free socks and toothbrush on our seats. I had paid extra to fly with British Airways this year after having bad flights with US Airways last year. DH sat next to the window and I sat in the middle seat next to a women flying alone. I prefer an aisle seat because I like to stand up and walk around a lot during the flight, so I felt bad asking the woman to move every time I wanted up. I watch Kung Fu Panda, What Happens in Vegas and episode of The Big Bang Theory, before falling asleep for the rest of the flight. We arrive in Chicago 15 minutes early, pick up and drop off our bags. We go through security in Chicago and the security lady barks at DH to remove the lap top from the bag before scanning it. She yells there are signs all over the airport telling us to do this. We hadn’t needed to do that in London and we honestly hadn’t seen one sign telling us to do that. The other three people behind us apparently missed these signs as well. Once we’re through security, we find a little newsstand and I buy myself a Butterfinger bar, some cashews and some other random American candy I can’t get at home. When I’m finished I phone Devin to double check she’s coming to pick us up in Detroit. Dev’s a nice girl but always needs to be reminded about important things. After we find our gate and set out to find the Wolfgang Puck express I found on the internet airport map the week before. I assume this Wolfgang Puck express will be like the one at downtown Disney but it just serves sandwiches and drinks so we decide not to get anything. We grab a bottle of water before heading back to our gate as our flight should be boarding in 15 minutes. We watch the flight go from boarding in 7 minutes to 1 minute, to go back to boarding 7 minutes again. This goes on for 40 minutes before we finally get on our plane and leave for Detroit. With the delays United airlines is looking a lot like how US Airways was last year but things will get worse for United later. We arrive at Detroit nearly an hour late, we find the baggage carousel and I phone Devin again to let her know we’ve finally arrived. She tells me she waiting outside in her jeep. I leave DH with the bags and walk outside where it’s pouring down rain (I will become very used to rain this trip) and find her and her friend Megan. I then go back inside multiple times grabbing our carry on bags and taking them out to the jeep while DH still waits for our bags. Finally the carousel starts and our bags come out in the first few items. We grab them and load everything up in the jeep.
We drive back to Devin’s house about an hour and a half away in Lexington Michigan stopping to pick up a burger from Wendy’s

(something else I can’t get in England). When we get out of the jeep to unload the bags the cold hits me and I start shivering. It’s the middle of August I’m wearing leggings, a t-shirt, a sweater and a jacket and I’m cold.

This isn’t right. I lived in Michigan 18 years before moving to the UK and I never remembered it being so cold in August. In my head I am starting to panic because I had decided not to bring any jeans as they are too heavy. I only have shorts, skirts and leggings for the next few weeks. I decide I will have to buy some jeans soon or freeze to death. When we get in Devin’s house it is as cold as outside. I decide the best thing to do in put my pjs on as they are the warmest thing I own. I brought long sleeved pjs this year after freezing in air conditioned rooms last year.
All of us decide to watch a movie, I look through Devin’s movies but I’ve seen most of them. Instead we watch a movie I brought instead called Loser. For some reason the disc won’t play on Devin’s multi region DVD player so I get out my lap top and start to play it on that. About a half hour into the movie the lap top battery starts to die to I go and find the power cord. I go to plug it in forgetting I need the converter. I go look in the suitcase for it not remembering if I packed it. Finally, I ask DH where he put it as he always brings it with him. He says he didn’t pack it, didn’t I bring one?

Honestly, we packed loads of electronics and nothing to plug it into. A plug converter was then added to my growing list of things to pick up soon before giving up on the movie and heading to bed.
Could a lack of power for all our electronics, including 3 cameras ruin our vacation? To be continued...