time...

It seems like there isn't enough time in the day while at the same time, sometimes at least, there is all the time in the world.

It seems that it was October and then I blinked and when I opened my eyes it was December. It's awesome and bad at the same time. I feel rushed. I leave for New York Tuesday morning and I haven't had a chance to pack yet! It doesn't seem so bad, but I have to work all day tomorrow, wrap a few presents that I haven't gotten to yet, and drive 2 hours back home to spend the night so that it will be easier to leave to go to the airport in the morning. Oy.

I am excited though. I don't really like planes though, which is weird because I didn't have a problem with them until a trip (which I can't even remember which one it was or how long ago, weird) but we hit turbulence and I thought I was going to have a heart attack and teet in my pants I was so scared. Now when I board a plane, I am grasping the seat for dear life the entire flight. I pray and pray and pray and pray. It's just not the way I want to go. You know, screaming in terror and being able to realize my horror before I either get crushed to death or burn alive in an airplane explosion or suffocate going hundreds of miles per hour, miles in the sky. No thanks. BUT, that being said, I am SO very excited to share New York with Nate. I have never been into the city myself. It's always been the Island. So, this time, we are going to spend a majority of time on the Island, but we are going to be brave tourists and venture into the city for the day. Hot dog vendors, THE TREE, (maybe) iceskating, photos, shopping... all of it! It will be fun, I think. Even if we get lost, it will be a fun story later...

I still have a little "cold", although it has gone from my throat into my sinuses and now I can't breathe. It probably didn't help that I went home this weekend and because my mom is in mid-move, my bed was gone. I had to make a makeshift bed on the ground with blankets. Kind of like camping, except more like what I imagine jail cots are like, except worse. And I kept waking up gasping for breath in the middle of the night because my mouth would close or I would wake up drooling all over myself OR I would be in pain and need to roll over because my prison cot felt like a prison shiv in my back.

Anyway, I'm excited. No work, no school, no worries and lots of boyfriend and family time for 6 days. I can't wait!