I’m sleep-deprived and running on adrenaline. I’m on the Will Rogers airport waiting on the OKC – DFW flight. To add to the excitement (some may call it stress), our flight is delayed for almost an hour. Typical.
The last two weeks have been the busiest I’ve ever been. Work seems like a cake walk compared to the amount of stuff I’ve had to do to prepare for this. But, no matter how much preparation and spreadsheets that I created, it still came down to the wire, packing-wise.
After a full day of getting the house ready, the studio ready, our personal grooming needs taken care of, running errands, downloading shows/movies/music/software, making calls, I started packing at 10 pm and Chris started packing at 12:30. We did a great job and the spreadsheets DID help a lot but I had to make some cuts in the wardrobe. But, I was OK with that. It always happens.
What I didn’t expect was that we were going to have to take a larger suitcase for our checked bag. My pride was crushed. I thought that my superior packing skills would surely come through and we could find a way to fit all of our stuff into three small, carry-on sized bags and two backpacks. But, that was not happening.
Finally, at 3 am, we were finished. Frazzled, exhausted but finished. Bed. Then, up at 7:30 am for an 8:30 am airport shuttle pick-up.
It was in those minutes while we were waiting with anticipation for the shuttle when I had a moment of panic about the trip. Complete anxiety. As I stood in our music room looking out for the shuttle, I really had a minute to take in what was happening. I know I’ve been planning this thing for what seems like forever but this was the first time, in this moment, when apprehension crossed my mind.
Of course, it didn’t last long. As soon as I saw the blue Airport Express van, I knew it was go time and I was ready to go.
– kb




