I was thinking about where I was a year ago today. I was traveling on what was supposed to be a very quick trip for work. But as is the norm for me, it turned into a travel nightmare. On top of that, and what I didn't say at the time, was that I was also a little bit pregnant. I spent the entire miserable airplane experience clutching a motion sickness bag, thinking that it was a strong possibility that I would fall asleep and/or pass out at any moment, and making excuses for why I couldn't eat anything at meals. The odyssey ended on my 32nd birthday and we then immediately took off for a long weekend in Door County.
Of course I shouldn't have been, and never should be, surprised at my travel misfortune. After all, I'm the girl who flew from New Orleans to Des Moines, and ended up stranded in Fargo.
And now a year later I find myself again on work travel and for the very first time ever away from Scout overnight. I'm so sad about it. While she is in the best possible hands, I want to be there when she wakes up. It's my favorite part of the day. But there has to be a first time, and this was it.
Anyway, it's crazy where a year can take you. A good year. The best kind of year. And I'm sure 33 will be an equally interesting and fun year. Of course, I still have to get home, so I've probably jinxed myself.