I don’t know about you, but every time I take a trip, ANYWHERE, the night before I decide I really DO NOT want to go. Paris? Couldn’t peel me away from my Con Law II reading. Rio? Needed to spend some quality time with my cats.
I don’t know what the problem is. Usually once I start packing I’m fine, I’m ready. I can face whatever might happen THERE. Wherever it is I’m going.
Tomorrow I’m heading to a place I’ve LIVED BEFORE, for goodness’ sake (NYC). To see some girls I’ve known and loved like sisters since I was 16. But still, I get scared, I guess. My routine is gone, I won’t have access to my full closet and pantry, and WHAT DO I THINK COULD HAPPEN THERE? AM I 80?
Now that I’m older, it’s a little better. I have enough disposable income (we’ll pretend I’m not a student who called my parents for a loan this month, eek!) so that I can buy the missing toothbrush, socks, whatever.
But still, there’s fear. Do you know what I mean? I know Laurie does. And she’s a world traveler! We talked about it this evening. What about you? Do you get that sudden pull in your stomach? I have felt that way before driving up to Redding! To see my parents! So silly.
Maybe though, just maybe, my feet are EXTRA COLD this time. Maybe because I’m not wearing tights. Nay, I’m wearing…..
LEGGINGS!!
Oh yes, I succumbed. One soy chai latte and a burst of insanity later and I’ve ignored ALL OF YOU and purchased a pair of leggings. WHICH I’M WEARING ON THE PLANE. And if you could just pretend, despite the fact that I have foolishly ignored all of your advice, that my legs don’t looks like stumps, then I would love you forever. Because the last thing I need is to feel no confidence on the plane tomorrow. Since I’ve decided I don’t want to go anyway.
Also, The Boy and I made jack-o-lanterns last night. Mine is the sloppy-looking one on the left.