My dad and his girlfriend are coming in 10 minutes to take me to the airport. They’re late, but fortunately I’ve built in a sizable time cushion. I don’t mess around when it comes to international flights. I once trusted the SuperShuttle to get me to the airport for a flight to Africa and wound up checking in with two minutes to spare. Never again.
I like my posts to be witty and light-hearted but I don’t think I can do that today. The last 48 hours have been so emotional and surreal. I’ll be relieved to get this protracted goodbye process over with, so I can sit on the plane and do nothing for 18 hours. (By the way, severe thunderstorms predicted for this evening. Ugh.)
A quick aside: I had a very lovely last evening in DC. It involved pizza, prosecco, lemon-vanilla whoopie pies, and quality time with some of my closest friends. I don’t want to get too sappy but I am really fortunate to have some of the best friends on earth. I’ll miss them.
I’m trying to think of something momentous to say. I’m leaving my entire life behind and starting over on a new continent. How often does one do that? But…words are failing me.
Peace out, Washington. See you in three months.
I’m even nervous for you! Honestly I don’t think I could ever do it. But again you have your good reasons too. Have a safe and happy 18 hour flight!