So I'm here in London. It's a bit overcast and chilly, but I wouldn't expect anything else.
So my mom took me to the airport to drop me off. She cried of course, just like my father did. I don't understand it--it's safer to fly than it is to drive a car, but they don't weep every time I get into that death trap they call a vehicle. Anyhow. So she cried and I got through the security lines super-fast--by the time I got to the gate the flight before mine hadn't even boarded yet. I just sat there and played with my Game Boy Advance and tried to look non-chalant. So I finally got to board the plane to Chicago and I ended up sitting next to a drunk guy who kept alternating between staring at my chest and sleeping. Yuk. I hauled ass to my new gate once I got to O'Hare. The flight was actually quite nice, except for the delay this guy caused (he freaked out and had to leave, so his luggage had to be taken off of the plane too). The food was good and I sat next to this nice English couple. The woman was like an English version of my paternal grandmother. Very cool. We talked a lot of crap about stuff and the flight went by pretty fast.
So I got into Heathrow and went through passport control, then got my luggage. Out the gate I went, and there he was--a head taller than everyone else, as usual, with a big smile on his face and a bunch of yellow roses (yellow is my favourite colour for flowers). We sat down in a food court and I showed him the ad from the Post-Gazette, the package my dad made him, my new game boy, etc. We held hands and stared at each other and grinned and kissed and it was the best thing in the world. It really was. So we decided to make a move and we rode the tube back here, where Grand Theft Auto: Vice City was waiting for us. He had the cutest thing ever--a little set-up of more yellow flowers centered in this chess set I bought him for Christmas. We had lunch, then napped, then woke up and - ahem - got to know each other a little more intimately, all over again.
It's been beautiful so far. I can't believe I'm back here in London. Right now he's at work, and I already can't wait for him to come home again.
