Well, I’m in the Crown Room at JFK. So I’ve at least made it this far. I’d say it looks good … but there’s no wood around for me to knock.
All I know is that I don’t want to spend 14+ hours on this plane and a week in Mumbai. Especially not without my honey. I’m not a notoriously sentimental person and I rarely show affection – but damn I miss him. I guess that’s a good thing, being as I’m marrying him and all in a couple of months. It’s like confirmation that I’m doing the right thing.
But all I know is that when we were driving to the airport this morning, every fiber of my being just wanted to be headed out to the beach to spend the day together.
I know I should be more grateful for all the travel I get to do and the places I get to see. But I’d much rather go where I want, when I want, with whoever I want – yes, even on my own dime.
What the hell. I’m tired. I need a Xanax or three.