In about an hour I will be boarding yet another flight to Los Angeles.
Solo.
This is because Maya is already in LA, and Ali is currently at a resort in Florida doing”work.”
I have mixed feelings about this journey:
Positives:
– I didn’t have to pack for anyone except MYSELF. And since everything I own is black this took about 5 minutes.
Packing for one….
– I calmly hailed a cab on the early side, and thanks to TSA Pre-Check, I had time to write this post.
– Maya is not with me and thus I am not on vomit-watch.
– Ali is not with me and thus I am not on technology-watch (his favorite thing to do is to FaceTime the second the flight crew makes an announcement that the doors are now closed).
Negatives:
– Maya and Ali are not with me.
It took an hour to get to the airport thanks to traffic and rain. But I didn’t mind because I wasn’t worried about anyone getting car sick…
Conclusion:
So they both drive me absolutely bananas – if they didn’t this blog wouldn’t exist.
But the last few solo weeks in NYC have made me realize that when I don’t have to manage their lives I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF.
How sad is that?
I’m thinking I’ll use the next 6 hours and 36 minutes to investigate the possibility of a new hobby….
