I am feeling the knot tighten in my stomach, in three days time I am supposed to get myself on a plane for NYC. This is my very first trip to the big apple. I am nervous and excited but mostly nervous. I feel so overwhelmed and over committed that cancelling last minute actually feels like a doable worthwhile plan with big payoffs. I could not get on that flight and spend the day at my computer instead finishing up on works loose ends. I could skip the next 4 days of walking and make a nice dent into my yearbook project, in fact I could maybe reach the half way mark by constructing 30 pages from scratch, not counting the editing process from the pool of substandard parent submitted smartphone pics I think that would cover an entire weekend and maybe Monday. Hmmmmmmm. Choices choices. I am being totally serious. Maybe I shouldn’t go. I haven’t even packed a thing. I did order some stuff from Amazon though.
I’m not feeling any better about this. I have to work today to make sure everything is done before I take off. Wait so I Am taking off?
I think I will go outside and check on my caterpillars, that outta distract me from the anxiety for a few minutes.
Tuesday night my daughters cough turns more into a bark. That’s not good. My husband begins to feel a little panicky as well. “Must be time for you to go on a trip” he says as we listen to her cough herself to sleep.
I bring her in for a quick check. Its allergies or so they say. This is not our regular doctor and actually we don’t have a pediatrician at this point. I couldn’t stand the vaccine nazis at the last place so I bailed and have never looked back. And yes, I am one of those monsters. My daughter contracted Pertussis at a very young age despite having DTaP vaccine, so I am always a little more than concerned when the coughing returns. Its nothing like 2007 when she basically lived on a nebulizer but it makes her susceptible to anything upper respiratory.
I can’t get my haircut, I don’t have time. I have to bottle these grey roots or find a Sharpie stat. I can’t go to NYC like this, maybe in the LES but definitely not SoHo.
I stay up past 12 doing laundry, writing love letters to my kids and finally begin the task of packing at 2:30.
(she won’t take down my last letter when I went to Tofino last fall)
JCREW Pixie Pant (six hours on a plane no bagging at the knees, I love this pant)
Cashmere sweaters (I ❤ Vince) I suddenly realized somewhere between 1 and 2 am that I wasn’t flying to Florida. *unpacks shorts*
Leopard Infinity Scarf and my brightly colored Front Row Society Scarf <– my new fav.
JCREW Tippi Sweater in Riviera Blue (I’m trying to add some color in my life…. slowly)
Lululemon Dance Studio Jacket dude, it’s reversible with deep pockets and a hood.
Rented Fuji X100 (BorrowLenses.com)
Camera Bag – acquired at Marimekko NYC its like the Roadie Cash & Carry but B-I-G-G-E-R!
MyCharge Backup Battery for iPhone (purchased @ airport I couldn’t find my Mophie in the clutter)
bag of Bark Thins Pretzels, dark chocolate and sea salt
Peaceful Mountain Travel Kit (I swear by this stuff)
Noise cancelling headphones (the cheap kind)
Crystal Essence Towelettes in Chamomile and Green Tea (on the go shower, these things are THE BOMB!)
Brushing Rinse (this stuff is amazing!)… essential oils and hydrogen peroxide, helps with the constant coffee drinking.
Up and ready to go, TV shows downloaded, devices charged, boarding pass printed and cat fed. I think I am OK.
True story. Ask my sister about the trip to Las Vegas to see Duran Duran when I forgot my luggage and had to buy a new wardrobe.
It was such a pretty morning. My first time at Long Beach Airport since the JetBlue expansion. It is freakin gorgeous. There is indoor and outdoor seating, people arriving from bitter cold places must love it, it feels so much like So Cal. Easy breezy.
This is the secret place to fly in and out of. As I sit and watch the happy travellers deplaning for Disneyland I think about 1989. I met my mom and dad on this tarmac to say goodbye to my younger sister as she flew 5000 miles away to attend college in Boston. That day did not look like this. That day sucked hard. I sat in the terminal thinking about how different my life might have been if I was the one on that flight. I wonder had I been pushed a little harder would I have finished college. A year later I would drop out of college never to return, a few credits short of a degree after a surgery left me immobile for months. Little did I know that blowing my knee out when I was nine would change my life and perhaps its course ten years later.
These are the things I think about when I wait for my plane.
…NewYork was mind blowing… I’m going to work on getting those up in a separate post… thanks for being patient its been a rough few weeks… you’ll see.