....so vacation, right, good call

It's really here. I attempted to get this post up before I left the house, but it ended up not happening. It didn't seem as real then, but it does a little more now. Now that I'm sitting here in an unfamiliar office at my sister's place, not in my bed at home, that i'm leaving town for just a little while. I get this feeling a lot on vacation, the feeling of being a stranger in a strange place, uneasy at least and a little terrifying in its unfamiliarity.

Tomorrow I'm going to sit through about 7 hours worth of driving with my parents and my sister and no retreat except to just go inside my own head or sleep. I'm leaving, I'm going to Chicago, now onto actually finding a way to see dan that actually works in temrs of planning, right day right time, whether he picks me up or i get dropped off there, and of course my mother (who would rather I remain a child forever) refusing to be incovenienced want s him to come get me, i can't imagine that to be a problem...oh wait, he HATES driving, and i don't even know if he has a car that he can use during the day. I just really want all of this to work. I want to see him, I want to have some time to hang out with my boyfriend, dammit. Ugh, no, no bitching, no more anyway, this is vacation, and i love chicago, i haven't been since I was like eleven, so i'm gonna live it up a little bit (plus work was starting to drive me crazy). So onward and outward, to (hopefully) greater adventures. Love, hugs, and hope tonight, -ya know me.