Packed and ready

It's hard for me to fathom that in about 15 hours I'll be on an island, wrapped in the sweet arms of my love. There's not much more I could wish for in this world, except I still have to get through the "getting there" part, which is definitely not my favorite thing in the world. I'm not afraid of flying, but I really do hate being confined to an airplane. And, this time, it will be 7 1/2 hours. I've never flown more than a couple of hours, so I hope that I am able to distract myself and make the time pass quickly somehow.

I think it's going to be a bit of a long day, not only the long flight, but a long layover. Lots of time for anticipation. I just can't wait to get there.