So long, Farwell Michigan! Last night Dear Hubby and I jumped on a jet plane that took us directly to Anchorage. There are no live photos to commemorate the day because when you’re snuffing back tears and snot, you don’t want a camera in your face. So I left Dear Hubby alone. I kid, I joke. It was all me. I was good until my trigger symbol was pulled out of storage; the damn suitcase.
I’m like a freakin’ puppy who has to be tricked into believing that its owners aren’t going anywhere and leaving them behind. And no, it doesn’t matter that I’m the one doing the leaving. Fool me, fool me.
My parents took us to the airport, and even as the Detroit Metro Airport came into view, I didn’t start to get teary until actual hand-on-luggage contact was made. I think that triggered my mom too. Two weepy old women in front of the airport. Bogey would be so disappointed.
I talked myself down from a dramatic scene of chasing the car down the loading/unloading dock of the airport, and quickly went inside to check in. After a quick and tasteless dinner, it was time to board the plane. We lucked out, even after a slight weather delay, that our third seat partner didn’t show up = more leg room = more comfort = 7 hours of Fancy Oatmeal drooling in her sleep.
WELCOME TO ANCHORAGE! What’s not to love???
Sunday and Monday will be filled with a lot of supply shopping; both fresh and frozen fruits and veggies, meats, breads, basically anything that we could not buy through Amazon.com or have my mom ship to us. I’ll keep you updated as to our purchasing progress.
For now, I’m off to make some coffee, drink some water, and check out the fitness room for my 4 miler.