Right now I'm sitting in the Marriott by the Atlanta airport. So, how did I get here?
I left California last night; it was hard. Brian came home from work, and we took care of the puppies, crated them, and drove to the Brazilian churrascaria Espetus for dinner. We finished rather early (my flight didn't leave until midnight). Brian suggested returning home to play with the puppies a little (they're irresistible!), but I was worried there wouldn't be enough time. Instead, we headed to the airport very early and talked for two hours. I eventually checked-in with my two bags weighing 49 and 50 pounds, right below the threshold for being overweight. It's like I planned it or something :)
Saying good-bye is always hard, especially for me. I am overly emotional but don't want to express it, and I allow the emotions to build up until they forcibly pour out of me. Last night there was a floodgate, and my fears, anxiety and sadness revealed themselves. At the airport. When I thought I had control over myself, I got into the security line, but while I waited, I kept looking at Brian's sad face and the floodgate opened again (even now I can hardly keep the tears back). I seriously thought I wasn't going to be able to get on the plane. But, somehow I managed.
The flight was uneventful because I slept like a baby. Best sleep ever. Once in Atlanta, I was trying to figure out what to do for the next 12 hours until my next flight when Mom suggested that I go to a hotel for the day. Of course this was followed by an invitation for an all-paid stay (thanks Mom!), and now I am here, waiting for my next red-eye.
I left California last night; it was hard. Brian came home from work, and we took care of the puppies, crated them, and drove to the Brazilian churrascaria Espetus for dinner. We finished rather early (my flight didn't leave until midnight). Brian suggested returning home to play with the puppies a little (they're irresistible!), but I was worried there wouldn't be enough time. Instead, we headed to the airport very early and talked for two hours. I eventually checked-in with my two bags weighing 49 and 50 pounds, right below the threshold for being overweight. It's like I planned it or something :)
Saying good-bye is always hard, especially for me. I am overly emotional but don't want to express it, and I allow the emotions to build up until they forcibly pour out of me. Last night there was a floodgate, and my fears, anxiety and sadness revealed themselves. At the airport. When I thought I had control over myself, I got into the security line, but while I waited, I kept looking at Brian's sad face and the floodgate opened again (even now I can hardly keep the tears back). I seriously thought I wasn't going to be able to get on the plane. But, somehow I managed.
The flight was uneventful because I slept like a baby. Best sleep ever. Once in Atlanta, I was trying to figure out what to do for the next 12 hours until my next flight when Mom suggested that I go to a hotel for the day. Of course this was followed by an invitation for an all-paid stay (thanks Mom!), and now I am here, waiting for my next red-eye.
2 comments:
Your description made me cry too! =(
I loved your post. Moments like these really mark our lives. ... I hope you and Brian will manage through the separation and that it will strengthen your relationship.
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