Aaaaaaaaand…breathe.
I’m getting a little too used to this whole jet setting, on the edge of your seat, ‘what the hell is next week going to bring?’ lifestyle. First of all, I appear to have trained myself that no matter how well rested I am, as soon as I buckle my seatbelt on a plane, it’s time to snooze. Lights out, game over - wake me when we land. Which is a sweet deal for the long ones, but kind of annoying when you’re aboard a 53 minute jaunt across the province (”circle the airport a few times!! i’m in the middle of REM!!”).
For those who’ve been wondering where my heart and morale went and when it would return, all is better (mostly) now. We’re in the homestretch…an uneventful interview, which even included a touch of humour, and an entire weekend together (finally)…I couldn’t be happier. We came to Montreal armed with photos, cards, letters, love notes on post-its, emails about new kittens, and photocopies of our yearbook where Adam talks about how smitten he is with me (you might ask why it doesn’t include my sentiments as well…long story…another time). But as expected, just seeing the purple velvet box of memories (”Are you kids going to perform some magic tricks?”) seemed to be enough to solidify the fact that we are just a regular ol’ married couple.
SO…what’s next?
I’ll be back in Los Angeles on Wednesday, and Adam will follow a week or so later. As I said…homestretch. While I hate leaving him once more, there’s a puppy at home who would like to come home, Jblog needs a ride, and I’ve got to get back to work.
Thank you so very much for everyone who asked how things were going and wished us good luck on this mini adventure. If I’ve been less than timely in my responses, I apologize…sometimes a weekend where 90% of the time the computer continues sleeping (100% would be just crazy talk…) is just what the doctor ordered.
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