And Away We Go!

After months of anticipation and excitement, our Florida trip is finally upon us. Even though it's a working trip for Richard, he's arranged it so we'll have 3 fabulous days together before his classes even start. I can't even tell you how much I have been looking forward to this! The last week or so has been a bit on the overwhelming, dramatic side, and I can't wait to to just chill out in the sea air. The ocean has always been my peaceful spot, and right now, it's exactly where I need to be.

Our room has a private balcony overlooking the beach, and I was already planning to take a notebook so I could just sit out there, watch and hear the waves crash on the shore, and just write. It's so cathartic and something I really haven't done nearly enough of for the last several years. I have so much bottled up inside of me right now and I just need to get it OUT! But as an added bonus, Richard's work is sending him with a laptop, so maybe I'll actually be able to blog about what we're up to before we come home and the time passes and I forget. We'll see. I make a lot of grandiose plans, but I seem to have a problem with the follow-through.

We went to Florida for our honeymoon a little over six years ago, so for Richard and me, being able to go back is kind of special. Our anniversary was two weeks ago, and we're sort of considering this week as our sixth year celebration. If we have even a tenth of the adventures we had the first time (food poisoning, twin beds cemented to the floor, being ditched when we refused to buy a time share, etc), it's going to be marvelous. It's funny. We even have the same layovers we did six years ago (Dallas on the way there, Atlanta on the way back).

Richard won't just be in classes all day, though. There will be a "meet and greet" night, and then the night after, there's a beach party complete with bonfire. Sounds fun to us. He'll be free on Saturday night, so we're planning to take a "Ghost Tour" of the supposedly haunted places on the island. Excitement city! I doubt anything supernatural will occur, but I love history, both of places and the people that lived there.

So with about 33 hours before we leave for the airport, I can feel the giddiness starting to arrive. I have been trying not to think about the flights themselves. I usually LOVE to fly, but I watch a lot of news reports, and the stories of planes going down and/or people trying to light things on fire in the air are really starting to get to me. I know statistically that the odds of anything happening are super slim. But, I can't sleep because I've been having nightmares, so I will be so relieved once we get there. Simply put, I can't wait. I. Can't. Wait.