My trip to the UK is nearly at an end. Today is my last day in the office. Tomorrow morning at 7:30 the car service will pick me up and take me the 90 minutes to Heathrow. I will board a flight that leaves at 12:00 and lands 8 and half hours later in Dulles. I will then connect to Charlotte. I am really excited to be home. I simply cannot wait.
I checked my lights this morning. The flight across the pond is jam packed, but I really don’t care. I just want to go home. I even checked to see if there were any over night flights that I could maybe hop onto this evening, but no luck.
On balance, I have had a good time here in the UK. I love listening to these people talk. I have lived in the south for almost 9 years and I have never picked up even a hint of a southern drawl. In fact, I have actively resisted using southern phrases. But I think if I stayed here for a year, I would pick up this accent very easily. (They use “cheers” to mean almost anything.)
My trip was a lonely one. When K and the kids were living with me, I would really enjoy the quiet of a 2 or 3 day business trip. Even though it was work, it was a great way to get away. This trip was WAYYYYY too long.
Last night, I was still so tired after drinking so much the night before. (Another good reminder that I am not 25 anymore) I headed to bed to read about 9:30 and by 9;45, I was face down in my book, sleeping with the lights on.
When I get home, it will be late afternoon in Charlotte, but in my head it will be nearly midnight. I’m sure I will be tired, but I am not going to go home right away. I am going to see T. I know he will still be at work but I will sit in my car in the parking lot and wait for him. Maybe I will even sleep a little while I wait.
After maybe I will convince him to take for a quiet, romantic dinner. I know he will be tired from working, but I think I will be able to convince him. Then we will go to his house. He will talk to his mom for a while to be polite while I wait patiently. Then we will go upstairs to his room. He will immediately take a shower to wash off the day’s grime. I will lay on his bed and wait for him. When he comes out, he will set up the work he has to finish tonight. I will scratch his back because a hot shower always makes him itchy.
After a little while he will forget about his work and will lay back on his bed. I will snuggle up with him, placing my head on his chest. I will listen to the sound of his heartbeat while he gently strokes my hair or plays with my earring. I will tell him about my trip and he will tell me about his day. It is just a perfect way to end my trip in my arms of the man I am so deeply in love with.
The only sad part is, I will have to leave to go home and will not get to spend the night in his arms.
Saturday, I will spend the rest of the weekend with my kids. I don’t know what we will do exactly, but I can’t wait for that either.