one year ago, almost to the minute, i was arriving in new york city’s jfk airport and meeting randy for the first time, face to face, after a stressful twenty minutes of thinking he’d forgotten me (until i realized i’d arrived at a different terminal than i’d told him i’d be at). oh, and being scared to get out on the traffic side of our cab in the middle of midtown.
i don’t know, i’m starting to think i should have gone to florida, at least for a couple of days. no, i can’t think that or i’ll get all sad. i’m just going to concentrate on planning to see massachusetts in the spring.
i can’t believe i’m going to miss rowan’s fourth birthday! this sucks so bad.