In a few hours, I am leaving for Seattle. Its a trip I have had planned for a while, and as happy as I am to go west and visit lots of friends, I am also feeling a bit down.
See, Shannon leaves for Ireland while I’m gone. She comes back on the 23. I come back the 15. That’s eight more days without her. There is also the fact that Shannon and I travel well together. She keeps me witty and on my toes–even when I don’t want to do either–and my friends adore her. Honestly, who doesn’t?
Shannon also keeps me safe from fascists when I drink. She won’t be there…so I need to be more careful.
Don’t get me wrong: I can travel and hang out without her. I just don’t want to.