From one of my sweetest fiends and favorite poets, trE, A Cornered Gurl. This just speaks to my heat, as she is often prone to do.

I was sitting in the airport in Minneapolis. I got to the gate with about 20 minutes to spare. I’d had to walk from concourse F to C, it seemed about a mile. There was a man sitting next to the charging station and I sat down a couple of seats from him, and ate my yogurt. It was about 2 pm. I only noticed his long pony-tail, and his thick hair, and his pony tail was white, the color of white that a blond turns when they go white, with a little gold or yellow tint. It was a nice neat pony tail. Oh, and I noticed he had a hockey stick in the design on the back of his t-shirt. Then I decided that yogurt alone was not going to cut it until 8 pm tonight when I got home, so I went to the Dairy Queen right next to the gate and got a burger and sat elsewhere to eat it when I got back a few minutes later.

But this man caught my eye, and I apparently caught his. Every time I looked at him he was looking at me. When it came time to board, I ended up standing next to him, and he started a conversation with me. He was tall, over 6′, in good shape, and he had killer blue eyes. Damn eyes always get me. After a short conversation his boarding group (2) was called and I waited for 3.

(I should probably say, here, that even though I don’t like the idea of my ex having a pony tail, I don’t mind them on men. I just minded my ex, because with him, it’s just weird, he’s such a control freak, was so obsessive about having a hair out of place on his head.)

I was secretly hoping we had somehow by the universe been assigned as seat mates. But obviously not, if he was boarding before me.

Oh well. I went to my seat and was delighted to find out I had NO seat mates. I had a row of 3 seats all to myself! I saw the man sitting about 10 rows ahead of me. I started daydreaming that he maybe would use the restroom and then sit beside me, in one of the empty seats, for awhile, since it would be more comfortable than sitting in the middle seat in a full row. And we could continue our conversation.

It didn’t happen, sigh. He went his way, I went mine, never to be seen again. But dang, he evoked some thoughts I hadn’t had for quite awhile. LOL. Dang, he was hot, as hot as a man somewhere around my age can be. I think the universe just wanted me to get a taste of what is coming my way, lol.

I hope. Always perpetually hopeful, lol.

Love and light.

I’m back home in CT. Hot and muggy here, as usual. It’s nice to be home. I am fine, feeling ok about my son. We’ve already texted a few times today. He somehow got to go to ESPN’s party for the season home opener of the Broncos this afternoon. He’s having a ball. He will be fine. I’ll miss him, I do miss him. But I honestly feel good about the whole thing. It surprises me, really. But, I’m glad.

Right now, I feel ok with the whole thing. He’s a good kid, he prepared well, I will miss him but like right now we’re texting he’s telling me all about the day. He told the landlady I’m his best friend. 🙂 But he’s mine too. I’m happy about that.

Tomorrow begins the real finish work of the Florida move. A friend offered to come over Sunday and help me. So many things to do, stop the cable, the power, the water. Make sure the atty has everything she needs for the closing. Finish packing. Clean the car out.

Here I go making lists again. One week from today I’ll be at my sisters with my friend. On my way to living my dream out. Can’t believe it.

Love and light, everyone.

It went ok. As the universe is apt to do, the GPS got us lost, so we were quite distracted. Though I insisted on leaving early so got to the airport in plenty of time.  Still, I’ll never forget that hug goodbye. 

The lines for security were ridiculous but thankfully I had TSA pre, so got through it in minutes.  Got a bite to eat, took the train to the gate and now have a few minutes to reflect. 

I feel like I have just had my rocket boosters ignite, and am flying to the next part of this transition.  

I heard from my realtor who forgot that we changed the date from tomorrow to next Friday.  She was slightly panicked, lol.  

So all is well. My son is safely in his new home, finding his way. And I’ll be heading toward mine shortly.  

Love and light. 

Til we meet again

Is easier than goodbye,

And more truthful too.

Sitting here, my last hours in Colorado, trying to get a handle on my emotions. My son will be fine, this I know, but it will be hard for both of us. Weird, he says. Just odd. He has not wrapped his head around the fact that this is now where he lives. I don’t think he took into account the strength of our bond, and now he’s seeing it, and it will be hard.

I have wrapped my head around it. It’s so hard to accept, so hard to know he’s going to be 2000 miles from me. Ok, 1900 miles. I know he’s going to have a happy life here. I just have to figure out how to let go, let the connection stretch over the miles, and to think of him with joy, not so much pain.

I guess I just have to take each moment and get through it, and realize it’s all good, all is well, life goes on. And maybe make some tentative plans to see him. In late winter or early spring.

Onward, just onward.

Love and light.Til