Three hours till the plane leaves. For only getting four hours of sleep last night, I'm surprisingly awake. Maybe it's the coffee. Or the adrenaline.
Just got a call from my boss. He's coming to pick me up from the office, and we're heading to the airport to dance through security and work at the gate.
Goodbye with Katy was tough. I tried to focus her energies on thinking of the souvenirs she wants from France, Denmark and Sweden. It wasn't enough to keep tears from flowing. I stayed strong, but I wasn't going to last much longer.
Got some feedback from some of the folks I'm trying to set up interviews with in Denmark and Sweden. Trip looks like it will be a success.
In T minus three, I'll be headed across the Atlantic for my first European journey.
1 comment:
europe stole my husband. what a skank.
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