My cousin came and picked up my dog today. I sure miss her. My house feels so empty!! As if it didn't already feel empty.
My flight is at 7 AM, just over 11 hours from now. Hopefully I will get a nap in. I snoozed for all of 5 minutes so far. Hopefully a little more. I've got a couple more things to pack but am mostly ready. I hope. I hate airports. Alot of that is because of my hearing loss. I will worry the whole time that I will miss announcements or something.
But I'm going and I'm hoping I'll have a good time. This is my first-ever major trip. And going somewhere where I don't already know people. I'll be meeting a few of my online friends there but no one I already know will be there.
I'm taking a leap of faith. My husband died feeling like he did nothing with his life... at least now I'll be able to say I did something once.
And even if it means I don't eat for the next year, I don't care. I wonder if my pup is too old to train to be a service dog (she's only 2 but usually service dogs are trained right from the get go) then she could come with me everywhere.