I am going on a trip and I feel like the monkey in Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs.
Able to speak only in one-word bursts of emotion.
Home is where your heart is; my heart has shipped itself in a crate to Bavaria. It's munching on a pretzel, drinking a Warsteiner and wondering when I'm going to catch up with it.
"We're on vacation!" she sings in Light in the Piazza. Joy beaming from every ounce of her body, a simple mind saying outloud exactly what I am feeling.
I WANT TO LEAVE NOW!
8 weeks to go.
-over and out-