Oh vey! My brain is a mushy blob of exhaustion. After a long day packing yesterday, my ride ti rge airport came to get me. I was supposed to meet Amber in Livermore but she wanted more time with me and drove the hour and a half to my house to pick me up. We killed some time just hanging out on the couch and talking. Our discussions quickly turned to boys. Yes even in your late 20's (GASP!!! Late 20's) we still talk about boys. Greg as always humbly sat by and interjected at random times. As we sat the seconds ticked away and Amber and I had to leave, after all we had a movie to catch. Taking off my wedding ring was emotional and difficult. I still feel naked without it. Saying good bye to Greg was hard as well. He stayed strong so it was easier for me to stay strong as well.
On our way to Concord, Amber bought me my last Caramel Frap for the month of June. All was going well till I clumsily spilled the coffee all over my Habitat for Humanity t-shirt. Oh well. We once again passed the time by talking about...boys. Hey for 10 months all we talk about is teaching. Okay, and sometimes boys. As I write this I realize I sound like one of my students.
Due to traffic, long good byes, and a sock hunt we ended up missing the 7:05pm showing of Brave. We opted to watch the 8:00 showing. I killed the time texting friends and socializing with a lot of Amber's family.
After Brave it was a mad dash to Amber's so I could borrow a hoodie. I forgot to pack one. If only I had also borrowed a belt as that was over looked. Oops! Will have to acquire one.
At this point I began to get nervous about time. As we pulled to the curb at SFO, my emotions started to win. Looking at Amber didn't help as her emotions were loosing their battle as well. We hugged and cried, confessed our love for one another, and it was very difficult to say good bye.
I am very thankful to her and our friendship, even when I am at my worst she is there. I am lucky to have her as a friend. Saying good bye to Amber reminded me of a time 2 years ago when my other best friend, Victoria, went on her Missions Trip to the Ukraine. I know what Amber is feeling and I know she will be okay in a couple of days.
Getting on my first leg of the trip was troublesome. I waited in one line only to find out that it was the wrong line. My flight was slotted to leave SFO at 12:25am. At 11:25pm I finally checked by bag. I made a mad dash to the gate and waited and waited. I texted Victoria and asked her to look at my flight on line, she came to realize that my flight would be late. VERY LATE. Departure time moved back to 1:50am. After a few more texts to Victoria she announces that my gate has changed as well as the departure time. I fear that if Victoria had not been up to date on my flight I would have missed it. So, thanks Vic! You're one of my best friends and I don't know what I would do without you. I miss you tons and can't wait for Longhorns Football season!!!
After several last texts and phone calls, I finally boarded my plane. It is 6:41am in Texas and we are currently making our descent. I met a nice man on the plane, we are the same age and we grew up in the same area. He is headed to Nicaragua to do a missions trip. He is a counselor for some schools in San Jose. He was pretty cute and would totally be up Amber's ally. Single too. Must remember to tell Amber.
I have slept maybe two hours on that plane. That is two hours of total sleep since 6am on the 22nd. It is now the 23rd. Staying up for so long messes with the dates in my head. I still have a flight to catch in Houston. One last leg till I finally reach Guatemala!
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