I took care to go over the outfits in my head. Am I missing anything? Outfit for Easter Sunday is in there. Chill outfits. Outfits for the cold. Skinny jeans. T shirts. Got underwear and socks. I looked at the purple luggage, nearly bursting with clothing, but thankfully weighing less than 50 pounds. My carry-on was not yet packed. I would wait until Tuesday night to pack that.
It feels surreal. I’ve not gone on a trip by myself, much less on a plane. I have never flown by myself. There I was. Preparing for an adventure all my own. I was glad I left him in charge of the itinerary. I was hardly able to keep track of my own confined belongings in my purple luggage. I didn’t want to plan one more thing.
Only 4 days or so. Then I would see him again. After 8 months long distance, I would get two weeks of him all to myself.
I really hope I don’t miss my flight.