for just a little while and I’m in the way station of in between. I’m in Italy for 10 days, 3 times over the next two months and I couldn’t ask for a better job, but every time I leave my boy my heart breaks and a boot falls on my back.
There is nothing easy about it. The beauty about the minute I’m on the plane: it’s no more waiting to go and all about the countdown til I come back. I have peanuts, crazy popcorn chips, cheese, crackers, fruit and sugared up sesame seeds for the plane ride.