A sloppy, snotty, sobby mess.
Getting wheeled away from my dad and SIL, I totally broke down. Lost it good. Crying through the San Jose airport from a wheelchair.
Classy-Class.
I hadn't really thought about how much I was going to miss them in all of this. I was so focused on feeling good enough to fly, that I forgot that would mean saying goodbye.
And now I'm sitting tucked away on my first flight preparing for take off and topped off on pain pills and all I can think is:
I miss my daddy.
I actually had you all fooled into believing I was a strong and put together 27 year old, didn't I?
Psyche!
Turns out, I'm 12.
ADSPACE
