My suitcase is packed.
There's plenty of food for my family and our babysitter.
The laundry's done. (That, in and of itself, is a miracle.)
I've checked my purse 3008 times for my conference pass. (Make that 3009)
I've done a color-coded schedule for the weekend on Cozi.com.
My toenails are painted.
My hair is straightened. (Or as straight as it's gonna get.)
The car is gassed up and ready for long-term parking at the airport.
My alarm is set for 4am. (God help me.)
Plans have been made, cell phone numbers exchanged.
Tomorrow at 6:45am, I'll be on a plane bound for NYC--my favorite place on Earth. I'm trying to prepare myself for the rush of emotions I'm sure to feel when I see the city for the first time since we've moved. It's such a special place. My marriage started there. Dean was born there. Some of my favorite people live there and some of my most treasured work experiences happened there. A part of me feels like I'm going home. If Marcus and Dean were going, it would be perfect. (Marcus says he does NOT want to go to BlogHer, thankyouverymuchly, nor does he feel like riding the subway any time soon.) (He turned 40 today, so he's a little sensitive.)
Watch for updates and pictures. I can't wait to share my stories with you.