Two more weeks...
... until I board that plane to the Big M. I get butterflies in my tummy whenever I think about it! The way I see it, it's sort of like riding a roller coaster. (Before you throw up from the cheeziness of that metaphor, relax, because I'm NOT going to say, "Life is like a roller coaster: you get your ups and downs." I'm NOT, okay!) Anyway. It's sort of like riding a roller coaster. You don't really want go. Heck, if it were up to you, you'd pass the time just by hanging around the frozen bananas stand instead of being strapped down into your seat at the scariest ride in the park. But, you're doing it. You're riding the Space Shuttle. Because your older cousins are making you... Or at least, that's what you think. Deep down inside though, way, waaay past the big lunch you ate that's threatening to resurface at any moment now, you know that you're not just riding because your cousins made you. It's something else. Something la...