Get ready, get set, don't go...

Last night after I logged off my blog, I set to packing. I've decided that I'm an amazing packer and I owe it entirely to my Grandmom. She taught me to roll and stuff so I can now get an incredible amount of stuff into a very small space. I think I'll add that to my resume...

I hate saying "goodbye" even if it is only for a short time. I hate it. I was pretty mopey when I woke up this morning and when I came down to the kitchen, Carmen was playing "The Dying Swan" from Swan Lake on the cd player. I thought it was morbidly appropriate for my mood.

On the shuttle bus ride to Denver, things began to perk up and I resolved to make an effort to make the most of this adventure. Both of our flights were very smooth and I have had NO PROBLEMS so far with anything. Hopefully this continues on for the next six days :-P Actually, the best part of the whole day was the flight from Atlanta to NewPort News. The sun was setting and I got a prime look at it from my place in the sky. I was listening to "Realize" on my iPod and the whole mood was part melancholy, part dramatic, and part renewal. God is an amazing God to put things like that together.

So, here I sit in the hotel room, basking in the glorious coolness that contrasts with the 86 degree weather outside (yes, folks, at 9:30 at night!!!). Tomorrow I am sleeping, sleeping, sleeping and we'll probably just relax here at the hotel. Tenative plans for Busch Gardens on Thursday. WHOOP! I think I wrenched my back on the insanely comfortable airplane seats...go figure. I'm praying it will sleep off so I'm not crippled tomorrow :-P

Hugs, everyone. I miss you already :-(
6 days to return.
6 days to enjoy.
But 6 days to count down every minute.

Loves <3

The sun will come out tomorrow?

So, I have had several blogs before and, ultimately, I forget about them or lose my password. Great job, Austen girl :-P I can't promise this one will be different but I can certainly try.

Now, the reason I am starting a blog today is that I'm jet-setting to Virginia for a week tomorrow and I want to let everyone know what's going on. It is only a week and if I had thought about it, I might have started earlier this summer when I was in Washington D.C. for two and a half weeks and Durango for a week. Whatever...I'm starting now.


I'm in the middle of packing and I feel a bit melancholy as I write. Although I've enjoyed all of my travels this summer, I've discovered that I'm definitely a homebody. I like my schedule, I like my roots, and I like knowing. I think I cried three different times today for random reasons. First, I cried twice at work whenever I thought about going a week without seeing my family, my rats, Tajshen, Doug, and my bed (not in that particular order). Then, I went to lunch with my dad and we had a fantastic talk (in case you didn't know, my dad is the GREATEST!!!). I thought I was fine, came back to the house and lounged on the couch listening to my iPod. Strangely enough, "My Heart Will Go On" came on from "shuffle" mode and I started to cry again. No clue why! I expect I will probably cry later tonight, much as I try to shut the waterworks valve off. The emotions still flow...

On the bright side, I think I will have a good time. Really. It rains all the time in VA, which makes me smile, and I'm going to Busch Gardens for the first time. The heat and humidity might kill me but the hotel has AIR CONDITIONING!!!!! Sweetness! I really hate airports and flying so once my feet hit the Virginia soil, I'll feel a whole lot better.

Until then, everybody. I'm going to miss you like crazy.

Ooops, don't start the tears again...