So, I am going to New York. In less than two weeks. I am freaking out. I hate traveling without Greg and Avery. My stomach hurts the whole time and I feel like I might die. I am not kidding. It is like torture. Judge me if you need to. I really don't care. I really dig my spouse and I love my child. I work full time, and I resent having to spend even more time away from them than I already do. Can't relate? I am not asking you to.
The point is, it makes my darn heart hurt. I am scared to death something horrible will happen while I am gone. Please don't tell me to have faith or not to worry, it only pisses me off. The reality is really bad stuff happens every day. I cherish our time together. I don't consider Greg or Avery a nuisance. I don't "need" time away. Again, I make NO apologies.
So, this trip is for work. I do appreciate the opportunity to learn new stuff so that makes this trip more bearable. I also will not be subjected to mandatory "work" dinners. I won't be surrounded by tons of people drinking, smoking, acting a fool. It will just be me, and one other co-worker who will have his wife along.
I am very much looking forward to seeing my cousin Ryan (if it works out). He's kind of a big deal, so I am not counting on it, but most of all, I am looking forward to seeing a couple of my pals complete the NYC Marathon. I will be keeping one of their wives company and cheering them both on as loudly as this little southern voice of mine can!
I am also kind of hoping I see this guy: