I kept it together. Barely. So as I sit here waiting on my delayed flight and have 4 hours to kill I’m hating that there’s a 15 hour flight between us again.
Maybe if we hadn’t have gotten along this would have been easier. Saying good bye is so hard.
I’m trying not to be the girl that sitting at the airport crying but I am.
And I forgot to bring tissues so I’m snotting everywhere. So classy. As always.
My other dilemma is that I have a book to read that I’m scared to read for fear of squick factor. I’ve heard so many mixed messages about Tampa – that I’ve read Lolita and was able to review it in a literary sense was hard but do-able. I’m scared I won’t be able to with this one. So I’ve been putting off reading it for about a year.
Might be time to pull it out so I can at least stop crying and be traumatised instead.