NEW YORK CALLING...

i'm in london at this very moment. sitting in my hotel room. it's 1:11 here, and i leave for the airport in 4 hours and 30 minutes to board a flight home to new york. back to bc3, back to lily and pearl, back to toby and the triumphant return of pudding the cat.

i've been gone since last thursday. i was travelling on 9-11, which did not sit well with me, but i had no choice in the matter. i wasn't in new york to remember. i was in paris, i don't speak french so have no idea if it was even covered in the news. i'll return home tomorrow, and then leave the very next day for a weekend away with bc3, to celebrate our 8th anniversary. we were married 3 days before that tragic day, and i always think that if it had been 1 weekend later, we would not have been married in 2001. our wedding was in little italy and it would have been cancelled.

i'm not happy about leaving the girls again so soon, but our trip was booked, hotel paid for, babysitters arranged. and bc3 and i could use some time alone. it will help us appreciate all we have, the girls, our family. although i'm crystal clear about what i have waiting for me at home. i'm anxious, can't sleep, and i can't get home to new york soon enough.