Back from Barcelona
I returned from Barcelona on Sunday night. Since then I’ve been in a somber state. The reality that I am 35 is now sinking in and once again I’m being hard on my self. I know I shouldn’t compare myself to people from my mother’s generation, but I really thought I would have a family by now. Yet here I am single with not a decent husband prospect in sight. Plus let’s not talk about my career. I don’t want to break down in tears.
On a positive note, I received confirmation that Choo-Choo is currently in route from Chicago to London. He was supposed to arrive on Monday but British Airlines insisted that certain final procedures be followed so that resulted in the delay. But after 4 months of being apart, we shall once again be reunited tomorrow. I can’t wait to see him. Oh I’m sure he will still be aloof, but it will be good to have him around. And a public thank you once again to best guy friend and finance for taking care of him. I couldn’t ask for better foster parents.