With just hours before I am off to the airport, I find myself checking my list at least 50 times to make sure everything I need to have finished is actually there. The thought of forgetting something isn’t what bothers me. I know that if I do forget something then I can find it wherever I’m going. But there is no one looking over my shoulder as I pack constantly asking what about this? Did you find… Em, you’re not going to need these. Perhaps my jitters don’t necessarily come from the fact that in 16 hours I will be boarding a plane to Frankfurt but rather that no one is here checking to make sure I have enough pairs of socks, that my music is actually in my bag and that one pesky straight mute I have to take, is there.
While I realize that this seems foolish to most, sometimes… a little bit of worry shows how much that person will be missed.
While I do believe that I have everything I need, isn’t life always been about the love in our lives and who we share it with? So while I’ll be flying over 3200 miles and exploring new places, I know I’ll be missing, each and everyone. I know I’ll be okay, but maybe if they know I’ll miss them, they might miss me.