It’s 9:30 PM here on the east coast. Jen’s flight left between 6:00 and 7:00. I’m waiting patiently by the phone. Although I realize air is the safest way to travel, I can’t help but wonder, frightened. I just want her to land and call so I know she’s ok.
I’m pumped for her to have this trip. As much as we really can’t afford it, she needs it. She hasn’t seen her best friend in almost a year and she finally gets to. I wanted this for her. I’m glad she got it. She’s going to have so much of a blast and I don’t think she realizes how much fun it’s actually going to be. At the same time, I can’t wait for her to get home. This house seems empty with just Calvin and I here. I keep expecting to hear “Honey!” from upstairs, but nothing comes.
The phone still isn’t ringing.
I have a lot to do this week. I made myself an itinerary of chores and home improvement projects to fit in before and after work. It shouldn’t be hard so long as I can keep myself from sitting here doing this all day. But, my mind is wandering right now and this is all I can think to do. I’m listening to Calvin sleep on the baby monitor and waiting. Debating on whether or not I should start laundry, do dishes, sweep, mop or just crash out to a movie.
I drove through Columbus today after I dropped Jen and Patty off at the airport. Instead of taking the beltway, I wanted to take a cruise through downtown. I hadn’t been there in a couple years and wanted to soak it all in. I love cities. Real cities. The kind where the clouds hide the buildings and the traffic is a fight. I don’t know why, but driving through downtown Columbus today was one of the most exhilarating feelings I’ve had in a while. It was slow motion, wind and music.
I’m still waiting for the phone. Elton John just came on in the shuffle of 4,000 songs.
Just had to run up and take Calvin to the bathroom. He yells through the baby monitor and I yell back, thinking he can hear me, but I’m on the other side of the house.
I wish I was in Vegas with Jen. Although this is her trip, not mine. Who wouldn’t like to be in Vegas? Well, maybe a pastor.
Work tomorrow. I have a project to start. Supposed to work on it until Friday, but I have to take Friday off. Should find out about Jamaica by then as well. If I get to go, it’ll be 6 weeks away from Jen and Calvin. Don’t know if I can really take that, but it’s such an opportunity for my job that I can’t pass it up. Plus, it’s Jamaica. The pastor joke doesn’t apply here or I’d say “who wouldn’t want to go?”
Miranda’s birthday is tomorrow. After I drop Calvin off with Roger and Dee Dee, I’m going to head out there. We’re both kind of broke, so we’re just going to hang out and eat pizza. I miss my family. I don’t see them enough and I feel like I bail every time they ask me to do something.
I just want today to be over after she calls. Sleep. Work tomorrow. I want to accomplish something this week since Jen is gone. I want her to come back to something good.