Ten.Four Hundred & Seventy-Five
4:36. A little early than needed but I get up anyway.
I re-vacuum the bedroom and the top of the stairs before I go. It’s so dark.
My stomach is turning and tightening. I know it’s just anxiety. Is the house okay for the appraisal? Will it appraise? Am I going to the right airport? Why is it taking me this way? Oh yes, Midway. There are a lot of cars on the road so early in the morning. How do people do this every day?
I’m in between 5N and 5P.
I just need a piece of fruit. Why is this so hard?
Upgrade. Glad I did because now I have an aisle seat right in the front and I can get to the bathroom with ease which is important since I just drank 2 liters of water. But it’s a long flight and I need to stay hydrated.
I stand on the curb waiting for him and daydream about how my next flight to San Francisco will be with the whole family. The five of us will make our way on the airtran carrying two suitcases a piece and everyone will so excited to see the sun and mountains.
“Welcome home,” he says.
It’s hard not to stare and stare and stare. The mountain tops touch the sky. What do you call the color of the hills?
The moon looks big, much bigger than it did in Chicago. I am indeed closer to heaven.