Airport Living

I am here at the Baltimore/Washington International Airport waiting for my flight to board. It shouldn’t be too long. I used to love the feeling of being in an airport. It usually meant that I was heading to some exotic location for a nice vacation. As of late, however, that feeling is not present. I feel as though my second home is the airport.  Only adding to the sense that I am living the life of a nomad.

Overall, the weekend was absolutely amazing. I do feel that the time apart from Jeff is bringing us closer together. We know to cherish the time we are together, for it never lasts long enough. Since the move, we have been doing nothing out of the ordinary with our time together. This weekend, we had extravagant plans thanks to the wedding. We had reason to get all dressed up, to fine dine, and to dance. There is no greater scene than men in tuxes, women in black dresses dancing to a little Snoop Dogg, some Black Eyed Peas, and of course, a spoonful of G-Unit. Nothing fancies up dressed to impress like flailing your arms around like monkeys. While none of us in particular are good dancers, we do love to dance!

Now, while Jeff is driving back to Cleveland, I am flying back to Albany. We are beginning the boarding process. The sitting next to me told me she was going to get a bottle of water. I told her I would keep my eye on her things. Apparently I won’t. She said it is clearly stated not to leave your belongings with strangers. I can’t help but believe that either I look suspicious, or she is hiding something in her precious luggage.

Well, see you in Albany.