Tomorrow I will be traveling for around 13 hours. No, I'm not going to Europe. I just happened to buy a cheap plane ticket to the East Coast with a lot of layovers. It might sound excruciating to some, but I don't mind the travel time. That's because Erik has agreed to take a week off of work to watch the kids while I go visit my sister-in-law, Trine, and her family, in New Hampshire. (Don't worry, Erik's getting something out of this too. It's an even trade.)
Things I am looking forward to doing tomorrow:
Watching Me and Orson Welles on my portable DVD player.
Finishing reading The Unit.
Starting The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society
Doing crossword puzzles.
Reading the newspaper.
Eating dinner alone.
Taking a nap.
Walking aimlessly around airports with only myself to worry about.
Watching tv shows on my iPod.
Now that I've written this all out, maybe I should have added a few more layovers to my already outrageously long trip. I don't know if I'll have enough time to do everything I want.
Do I sound like I hate my family? I don't. I promise. I love them dearly and I know I will miss them. I also know that having 13 hours to myself is going to be AWESOME... even if it is while traveling.