I will be getting on a plane to Nashville, TN... without Andy and without Jack.
For six days.
I haven't cried yet.
It doesn't mean I won't.
That is a long time to not snuggle your baby... or your honey for that matter.
But at the moment, the most distressing thing about the trip is that I can't wear my contacts for the entire trip.
I just had to go and get a swollen eyeball the day before I leave.
I had to make an emergency stop by the optometrist today.
He gave me eye drops.
And said, "no contacts!"
I hate wearing my glasses.
They are not cute.
And now every swanky person I meet in Nashville is not going to know me as "that really cool girl from Seattle." Instead I will be "that girl who would be cute if she just didn't have those awful glasses."
Well Nashville, here I come. Please know that I wanted to wow you with my style, but have been advised to refrain by a healthcare professional. Perhaps we will meet again (well, we haven't officially met yet, but you know what I mean) and I will show you my true identity.
Nashville here I come.
And while I may make light of the concerns about leaving Andy and Jack, I'm really nervous.
Wish me luck!