Finally an opportunity to sit and think...

I’m writing this over the air above Boston--we’ve just taken off for Harrisburg, which means I’ll have a precious 1 hour and 45 minutes or so until I will be again amongst people for the weekend--until I go to Harrisburg to fly home Sunday.

I am in a back row with ah hem, a rather large woman, who is nice and friendly but making me contort my body in my seat. Its sad she’s obese and furthermore sad for me that she turned down the lady next to us who has a whole row to herself who offered to switch seats.  I’d rather act kindly to her, so I’ve been making some chit chat. She’s now dosing a bit and I’m typing this blog since its one of the rare times I get with being so busy to reflect and write a bit.

Just now it occurred to me that my 27th birthday is 5 days away. My birthday always sneaks up on me--perhaps becaue it is right at the beginning of October. Lately, I haven’t even had time to talk to my own husband, as we’ve been out in the evenings or just too tired to think, let alone talk about our lives and going ons together.

I think I should take the next few days to decide what I want the 28th year of my existence to be about. 2-8 was always the age I said I wanted to be when I would have children. Still, that seems awfully close and I feel awfully unprepared and not at the level of seniority and responsibilty career-wise that I want to be.

I’m a little sad that Keith is working today and not coming on this trip. We always travel together. We’re rarely apart. In fact, the last time we were apart was...hmmm...

...maybe June 2005? I went to a camp in early June 2005 for three days. I can’t think of any other time we’ve been away from each other for more than 24 hours.

Thinking back, maybe its a little amazing that we haven’t killed each other living together for 4 years and married for two years, considering we’re constantly around each other. On one hand, I miss him. On the other hand, the idea of sleeping in a bed without him snoring next to me has be a little excited (and a little guilty feeling).

Meanwhile, back in Boston, which is now 10 minutes of flying behind me, I’m sure Keith’s a little sad, but probably quite content that he’s got the whole apartment to himself until mid-Sunday. I think the freedom will go to his head probably, like a heady class of wine.

Last night was nice because we were able to use a $10 off voucher at Legal Sea Foods in Harvard Square. I got the mussels I wanted weeks ago from Polcari’s (where we dined for our anniversary), and lobster bisque, and the shrimp trio dish they didn’t have at the waterfront Legal’s in early August. We got to see and talk with each other too.

I hope I don’t look like the dumbass young alum this weekend. I’ve been barely coherent all week being run off my feet with my mind absolutely spent. Still, I’m really glad I have the opportunity to be asked to sit in and weigh in on this alumni board meeting to talk about ways to engage alumni around the country. And of course, I’m excited to see how the campus has changed--since its open unlike it usually is when I’m in Lancaster over a holiday weekend or break.

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