15 minutes

I shouldn't leave for the airport for another 15 minutes or I'll just get there and pace and then have to pay for parking, but that's how close he is. After a year of separation, a year of skyping and gchat and facebook messages that cut off midsentence, after a year of buying a house, moving to a new city, a year of triumphs and heartbreak and loneliness and growth, he'll be back.

I thought the last two weeks should be a constant cotton candy cloud of elation but they've been far more complex than I expected- joy, excitement, anxiety that we will have changed significantly, nervousness that he won't like the house, a million billion buzzing worries from not remembering how to cook for two to him suddenly being disappointed that my career hasn't taken off in his absence ..  and yet tonight I'm just excited. Thrilled. Overjoyed. Ready for the clutching in my chest to be released. Ready to cede half the bed, half the closet space, half the bathroom counter. So very ready to be together. Which means I've packed tissues to spare.

Two more minutes.... ok, I'll go pace.

Waiting and watching

pickle photo from cooksbooksblog.com

I was sad to discover that I wasn't the first to think of "procrastineater," because it dawned on me that's exactly what happens when productivity wanes. Because of course a rice cake and a pickle were crucial to finishing this job application...  

Urban Dictionary- procrastineating: Avoiding being productive by consuming food even when one is not hungry.

In other news, job news is a revolving door of not quite yet, but maybe again for the summer.

In much better news: the journeyman returns to the US in 17 days!!! He has all the mandatory debriefing in Georgia, but we should be reunited in roughly three weeks. Very, very, ready for this.

Epic, fantastic disaster

So, I've been away for awhile. Apologies to my two amazing avid readers.=)  However, I think the story that follows will make up the absence. We'll play it in the style of Fortunately, Unfortunately... (told in Georgia font for appropriateness)

Fortunately, I got to go visit the husband this weekend in Atlanta before he began his next military training stint.

Unfortunately, it took a 7 hour flight to get there.

Fortunately, he was waiting at the airport and had amazing things planned like drinks atop a 73rd floor rotating bar, a trip to the Georgia Aquarium and chicken and waffles at Gladys Knight's restaraunt.

Unfortunately, the turkey wings at Gladys' gave him horrible, three day, projectile-vomiting food poisoning.

Fortunately, we had gone Chatanooga Contra dancing before he got sick. (Who knew square dancing could be so much fun?)

Unfortunately, we got in a fender bender on the way home and had to wait for the police for 1.5 hours in the FREEZING cold. (and dented the rental car door to near un-functionality): .

Fortunately, the hubs mostly recovered from the food poisoning and surprised me with a visit to the Agatha Christie's Mystery Dinner Theatre.

Unfortunately, they had our reservation booked for the following week, so we went home and watched Wall-E instead.

Fortunately, we had an awesome time visiting Martin Luther King, Jr's church and getting the hubs to his required station.

Unfortunately, he brought too much stuff to training and needed me to fly some back to Seattle.

Fortunately, the airlines tend to not charge for military baggage when you have orders.

Unfortunately, they did charge me and airport security took 45 minutes, making me miss my flight time and my reserved exit row window seat.

Fortunately, after some begging they let me on the delayed flight, squished in the back between about 12 pilots going to cover other flights abandoned by stranded DC pilots.

Unfortunately, our flight left an hour late (due to a missing pilot, ironically) and my gate-checked bag got left in Milwaukee.

Fortunately, I managed to catch the last light-rail train at midnight after filling out the missing bag forms.

Unfortunately, this train inexplicably stops halfway to Seattle on Sunday nights.

Fortunately, there was a bus to downtown from the middle of nowhere.

Unfortunately, there was no bus from downtown to home.

Fortunately, I caught a cab home for much less than the $50 it takes from the airport.

Unfortunately, I realized that the lost gate-checked bag contained my keys as I pulled up to my apartment and my roommate could not be woken by buzzer or phone.

Fortunately, we sometimes leave our balcony unlocked.

Unfortunately, I have not the monkey abilities that previous boy climbers to our balcony have and the evergreen trees nearby are not climbing-worthy, as I found out after imbedding sap in my hands.

Fortunately, I have some McGuyver in me and managed to balance the neighboring store's trashcan on the narrow cement ledge, throw a garden hose over the railing and knot one end into a foothold to arrive in the home with only some torn clothing and scratches worse.

Ah, life. I'm only glad to say that most of the disaster can be laughed off and I'm still glad we got some quality time together.

Vocab of the day:
Korean: 운이 좋은 = fortunate
Military: BAD = broken as designed