How strange to leave in September weather, knowing I’ll return to December.
I hope I’m going to a place where no one’s heard about Tiger Woods transgressions (doubtful) or anything about the Salahis (hopeful.)
Unlike most people, I will gladly sit at the airport and wait for the plane to take me away. I will listen to my iPod, read one of the books I’ve packed, and mentally arrive at my destination before I even hand the agent my boarding pass.
By the time I actually get on the plane, I’ll have already had a good time.
Then I’ll do it again. For real.
See you soon.