Or so goes that song involving air travel. It’s official, I’m flying to TX Sunday morning. I’ll be there by noon. I only booked a one way ticket. I don’t know when I’ll be back. I’m a little excited, I’m a little scared. I may stay only a few days, I might stay a few weeks. Lauren’s family (both immediate and grand-parents) have offered me rooms to stay in and that’s very kind of them. I don’t think it’s quite sunk in that there’s a 50/50 chance I won’t be back to NH for quite some time. Of course, the other 50% of that chance is that I’ll be back on Thursday and be packing up my life. I’m usually spontaneous but not this spontaneous.

I’m really hoping that this is my big chance. If it isn’t it’ll be the near biggest let down for me in recent history. I’m probably setting myself up for disappointment by hoping for this so much but it really would solve so many problems.

My plan tomorrow is to get my hair cut and go get a new Red Sox hat (my old one is white and quite a bit dirty). You just have to represent the home town when abroad. After that it’s home to pack and try to relax while getting ready for my trip. I don’t know how often I’ll be able to get online once I’m in TX. I’ll try, but there’s no guaranties. These are the times I really wish I had a laptop.

Alright. Happy 4th everyone. It’s time for me to try and unwind a little. Later.