Today I:
1. woke up.
2. found out I have five days off this weekend instead of the originally scheduled three.
3. bought a plane ticket to Scotland.
I'm leaving Friday. I spent all day trying to find places to stay -- no luck thus far. But it's only been a few hours. I'm holding on.
I have to miss Ed's birthday. I won't get back till evening on Tuesday. I debated a long time about this, but the extra day means a lot. It means Glasgow as well as Edinburgh.
Besides, I think my being here would be more symbolic than enjoyable, even. I mean, it'll be a house full of people speaking Dutch and a baby who doesn't realize what's going on, anyway. I'll miss cake. Scotland or cake? That's what it comes down to.
1 comment:
Ah, just put a party hat and the same outfit on him when you get back and snap a few pictures. Slide them into the photo album and in a few years everyone will forget you weren't there and probably start remembering the conversations the two of you had.
You however will have fabulous memories of Scotland!
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