Time to pack up those cherry-red suitcases and head back over the big, blue pond. Another trip home. A trip, that after eight long months I should be ready to take, leaves me feeling the flutter of butterflies dancing about. Why is that?
Is it because I wish I had one more week to tie up those loose ends here in Italy?
Is it because I know that, once in Texas, I will hit the ground running with wedding preparations?
Or, is it because after spending more consecutive time together than ever before in our seven year relationship – I don’t want to miss Pep?
Oh, yes. This will pass. I will wake up before the crack of dawn on Wednesday, hop on those three Lufthansa / United Flights, watch a few movies, start a new book, eat some stale airline “food” and be back in Texas before my Paw-Paw can say, “Howdy, ya’ll.”
Well technically, he will have time to say “Howdy, ya’ll,” I mean – it is close to 19 hours from start to finish…But, this will pass and I know that.
I just hate the wait.