I have been counting down the days for a long time now, but I have almost reached an exciting milestone: the 24 hour mark. In just over 24 hours I will be getting on a plane to go back home. This is when anticipation becomes strongest. I will be completely worthless tomorrow at work. I will not be able to focus on anything except my trip. This happens every time I go home to visit.
I have not made it home in over a year and a half now. It actually feels longer. A lot has happened since my last trip. I was promoted to Coach, then Team Lead Upgrade, then Permanent Team Leader. I have moved. I bought a new car. I got a real checking account.
Made up my mind to make a new start, going to California with an aching in my heart. Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair. I’ll take my chances on a big jet plane; never let them tell you that they’re all the same.
And I can assure you, no jet plane is the same. I will be flying on a Bombardier Q400. From the pictures I have seen, and the stories I have heard they are noticeably smaller. Hopefully my fat ass will fit in one ok!
I will not be able to sleep tonight, which is unfortunate because I have been unable to sleep for the last few nights. Home is all I can think about. Home is where I need to be right now.
Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams, telling myself it’s not as hard, hard, hard as it seems.
I just can’t wait…