Runway

The last moments before I leave my apartment are heavy with anticipation. My stomach flutters, out of hunger, yes, but also with anxiety; looking forward to seeing him again after (only) a week. Looking forward to being back in Paris. Pushing ahead to my thirtieth birthday. Unknown adventures which await us in Spain. All of this wrapped up in one wriggling, twitching, nervous package.

There will be a delay of sorts, however. I have a 5-hour layover in Washington DC, which would be a painful wait save the fact that there is a Smithsonian museum next door to the airport. Shuttle rides are fifty cents, each way, so that is where I'll end up spending a chunk of my time. I'm also meeting up with a cousin who lives in the area, so that will also help pass the time.

I brought several books and scripts to read on the plane, but having been awake all night long (yes, really) what I'll really need to do is sleep. Most of all because I arrive at 7am and will then need to remain awake for the entire day.

Now I'm just rambling.