July 8th, 2009

d running


Today is packing day. I don't leave until Friday morning, but my aunt is in town, so we're spending tomorrow with her. I have my clothes set out, but I need to pick up a couple of things (like, um, shampoo -- it's sad that I so seldom travel and don't really have those cute little travel bottles of stuff). Our books are due at the library, so that's another errand. And then there's the house stuff...I hate leaving with the house a mess.

The kiddos are spending the day Friday with DH's aunt; they're spending Friday night with my FIL. They're very excited, and it's a good distraction (especially for E) to keep them from thinking about me being gone. By the time DH picks them up on Saturday, he'll be able to remind them I'll be home 'tomorrow'.

I got the good news (possible) that another aunt, my favorite aunt, might be coming to Chicago this weekend, as well. If so, she's going to hang out with me -- this is the aunt I traveled to England with 14 years ago -- then I went and visited her in MI a year or two after that. But since marriage and kiddos, we don't have nearly enough time to spend together! Her daughter, my cousin (who also went to England with us), is pregnant with her first child (ack -- isn't it funny how you always see people like this as the kids you once knew??). R is 30, so only 3 years younger than I was when I had D...hard to believe :)

I'm aiming to have breakfast one morning with my SIL and her family (they build and sell educational library tools -- if you're going to be at ALA, definitely stop by their booth and see their cool things -- Burgeon Group is the name of their company).

And a couple people have mentioned they're interested in joining us for dinner Friday night -- please, if you're going to be in town and would like to get together, let juliakarr or me know! :D

Okay, now I'm too excited to actually get anything done....
e looking into distance

Random musing on traveling alone...

I haven't traveled alone for almost a decade. I almost felt nervous when I first realized that -- but then, I felt the old rush of adrenaline at being on my own.

My mom traveled alone for the first time about ten years ago -- she was over 50. She'd never gone anywhere by herself before then. I remember thinking about it and wondering if she was frightened or excited or overwhelmed....

When I was 19, I traveled alone for the first time. I flew to LAX, took a shuttle to the docks, then took a ferry to Catalina Island. I loved it!

The next big trip I recall was my flight to England. I flew into Gatwick and took a shuttle to Heathrow (where my aunt would be). We hadn't planned well at all, and I had no idea what her flight number was or anything. We kept missing each other, and finally I had her paged -- but the woman's accent combined with the usual loudspeaker mush-mouth made it so my aunt couldn't understand it. By the grace of God, we managed to bump into each other in the crowded lobby area.

A couple years after that, I flew to MI to visit her -- I think I was 27-ish, and by then, flying alone felt comfortable. The only part I didn't like was the trip home, when I had to take a tiny plane from MI to OH -- I believe it held 8 people (ack)!

I've flown to CA by myself a number of times...so my mom was in her 50s when she first flew alone. I was 19. I wonder how old my kiddos will be? How old were you?
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