I want to go home. Why can’t I just GO HOME?

This post is for all of you who are SICK AND TIRED of hearing about the wonderful goodness that is BlogHer.

WHO CARES?! you want to scream. SO YOU MET COOL PEOPLE! ENOUGH ALREADY! and then there’s a little bit of IF I HAVE TO READ ONE MORE WORD ABOUT BLOGHER I’M GOING TO CUT OFF MY LEFT EAR AND MAIL IT TO YOU!

I hear you, really I do. (please don’t send me your left ear.) If I didn’t go and then had to read the nauseating details I’d definitely be ready to throw my laptop at someone. Or at least throw up. Or something.

So, to lighten your hearts and ease your jealousy, do let me share the DOWNSIDES of this thing called BlogHer.

I am writing this post from the Chicago Midway airport. Sitting in the middle of the walkway (next to one of only TWO plug-ins in the whole concourse… what is WITH that?). My laptop is in my lap, my bags are spread around me, and I have chocolate spilled across the front of my shirt. Our flight is delayed (the airplane is stuck in Baltimore, wherever that is)… and how long we’ll be stuck here is anyone’s guess.

Eve & Kathryn react to the news…

My cell phone is dead, and although I packed fifteen unnecessary changes of clothes and more hair products than any woman could possibly use, I FORGOT my cell phone charger. So I can’t spend the hours upon hours chatting with my friends and loved ones by phone.

I am SO tired. Really, really tired. And this cold, hard, and DIRTY floor doesn’t inspire me to stretch out and take a snooze. If I did, I’d probably get run over by one of those little airport trolley-cars or a flight attendant and her wheelie-bag.

I just want some of this…

And yet I cannot complain TOO much because:
1) We’re not spending this delay sitting on the tarmac, and
2) WIRELESS Internet.

Here’s where I’d like to thank Bill Gates, Santa Claus, Mother Theresa, and Gandhi for wireless internet. Ok, they probably aren’t responsible, but still I just feel so thankful.

As I sit here, tired and weary, I find that deep thoughts bubble up in my mind, needing to be shared.

Like this one;

Being away from home is a lot like needing to pee.

When you need to GO, the closer you get to the toilet, the stronger your urge. And it’s the same with homesickness. I miss my CJ and my Jay. I have the whole time. But today, as we headed for the airport, it became almost unbearable. I saw a little boy and got teary-eyed. I try not to think about going home, but it’s all I can think about.

I really want some of this.

I want to go home. I NEED to go home.

And here I sit.

Hopefully we’ll get out tonight.

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