Goodbyes are Hard, Hellos are Better

Dear Diary,

Tomorrow I fly home.  I've enjoyed spending two weeks with my sister-in-law, her husband and their two kids.  I don't know why they have to live so far away from me.  It's not fair.

I'm excited to see my husband again.  I miss him.

I'm scared because I hate flying.  Whenever I'm about to fly I get a feeling of foreboding.  I always wonder if today will be my last day.  I know it isn't rational or more likely.  I just don't like it.

When I get nervous about flying, I start thinking about what I would say to people I love.  I start wondering why I haven't written letters for them and assigned a lawyer or someone to mail those letters in event of my demise.  Wouldn't I have something to say?

I'm so sleepy.  I know tomorrow is going to be stressful.  I have to get up around seven a.m. and I know I won't get a wink of sleep on the flights. I'm stuck in the middle seat so no way to rest.  I wonder, maybe I can tilt my chair back.

I went out and bought new carry-on luggage because the last time I flew, they stuck my carry-on luggage in storage because the plane didn't have room for it.  If they tell me this suitcase is too big I'm going to tell them to figure out a way to be okay with it, because I'm not parting with my valuables again.  That happened last time and I was freaking out the whole flight because I worried someone would steal my valuables.

I like the luggage piece that I bought.  It's a paisley print, which I don't normally go for, but it's a pretty blue and purplish pink.  I put it beside pink suitcases (which is what I already have) and found it actually blends nicely.  I also bought a small black purse/backpack.  I'm putting my book, phone and wallet in there.  That way I can put my carry-on luggage in the compartment above me without having to go without my necessities.

I found some yummy cookie crackers at the store and we had a tasting this evening.  I took one cookie of each kind out and broke it into pieces so we could all try them.  This way I know which ones I really like and want to take on the plane with me tomorrow.

I wonder if that will be my last meal.

Forebodingly,

Samantha Jayne