Indeed, I'm heading out tomorrow. The flight is early and direct. That's a good thing because I'm traveling with the friend who together we are completely incapable of going from Point A to Point B without experiencing some kind of crazy and by crazy I mean experiencing airports we never intended, layovers we didn't anticipate and first class flights to countries that were never on our agenda. And all the while we get caught up in hidden manicure/pedicure salons or frequent flyer lounges with fresh salmon and lemon wedges and tiny bottles of oil we shove in our pockets because we've fallen in love with the flavor. Together, we do enjoy the destination but it's the journey that usually ends up being the story.
Will we arrive at our destination on time? Will we arrive at our destination at all? And, if against all odds we do arrive at our destination, what will we do when we get there?
Where are we going? I can't tell you that. Since we don't travel well together, wherever we end up, I like to pretend that we had something to do with the destination. I think they call that wishful thinking.
You know I love you. XOXO