That’s not me trying to be overly dramatic – that’s me giving a shoutout to my {other, one of many?} love, John Denver.

Go ahead, call me the biggest nerdy dork ever. I probably am. And I will continue to openly admit my love for JD.

Even if you’re not a JD fan, you’ve got to admit – Country Roads and Leaving On A Jet Plane are pretty damn rocking.

Currently waiting at the airport for departure. Dulles Airport. Holy hell. I think that’s my new saying. I seem to be using it too frequently for my own liking. This place is insane. I knew it would be. But is it really all that necessary to have to haul my ass all the way from one end of this place to the other?

It’s a workout, so I’m not complaining. Anything that gives me exercise while dually not requiring me to actually go somewhere to move my ass, is a positive thing.

But I’m kinda committed now at this gate. In the sense that there’s no point in me trying to get food or use the bathroom, because to do so would just be an even bigger pain in the ass and it’s so crowded in here that I’ll lose my seat.

Oh, and I’m feeling rather stressed right now because this guy that I was attempting to avoid eye contact with at all costs, put his stuff down one seat over from me, ignored the other man sitting next to me and asked me, could you please watch my bags? Thank you.

He was sneaky and stealth – not even giving me a proper chance to say no! Because! OMG, isn’t this like illegal? Aren’t these the things TSA warns us about?

So now I’m having visions of something horrific happening because of me unwillingly willingly watching some random dude’s bags.

This is pressure, People. Too much.

I’m defaulting to my long deep breathing. Taking my own advice. Turns out, it is calming afterall. All that yoga preaching I do about long deep breathing being a tonic for the entire body and nervous system really isn’t bullshit. Amazing!

I keep trying not to think about how much I miss Maman, but in trying not to think about it, I am of course, thinking about it. Maybe if I own up how much I miss her and this sadness I feel, it will go away. It never gets easier to leave.

But I am thankful we’ve had this weekend together. The continuation of the story requires this: leaving to return; to all the other adventures that await.

That and what I feel is nothing unique. We all go through similar emotions. Maybe we can remind ourselves of this Truth so the next time we feel separate from our fellow People, we are able to come together.

We always have more in common than not. I fully believe that.

Flight is boarding. Off to fly the friendly skies. That is what they say, isn’t it?