I'm sitting on a plane, waiting to take off for Florida. This is my first work-related trip in close to 6 months. I'm truly so excited to see everyone at the office.
On the other hand, this is the first time I've been apart from Truman for more than a couple of hours. Even though I'm only going to be gone about 36 hours, it still stings.
How is it possible to be so excited and yet be fighting the urge to just sob uncontrollably?