Somehow I made it back alive. The trip was quite the adventure and an incredible experience overall. I arrived in Norfolk, wandering aimlessly through the airport to find out that a taxi will probably cost me about 100 dollars cause of some terrible traffic. I wandered outside and a nice old man asked if he could help me. Apparently he could, and I got a ride from the airport to my hotel 30 minutes away.
I arrive at the hotel only to find out that I didn't book enough nights and that it was going to cost me another hundred dollars O_O. That sucked, but it was only a few hours till I saw Serge, and as long as I had my cell phone and we could be in contact, everything would be okay.
Well, just my luck, my phone broke. In half. Ka-putz.
I was tweaking out. I was sad about my phone because of all of the sentimental value it holds, and I was then communication-less. Serge arrived an hour and a half later than he told me he would be, and to say the least, I was worried as $@*&^$. Luckily I got a hold of my friend Kate from school and she called Serge for me, finally getting a hold of him after I had tried from the front desk a bajillion times.
It was so amazing to see him. I can't really describe it. The strange way a voice so distant in a phone transforms into a complete sensory experience. I could see him, touch him, hear him. Things just get better between us, and each time I see him, I know that we'll be okay.
I met some of his friends, and they're all really great guys. They're hilariously funny and surprisingly intelligent (I know, intelligence shouldn't be a surprise, but all Serge complained about was the stupidity of the people around him....) I had a great time meeting them and just cuddling the entire weekend.
After having the worst flight of my life while connecting in Maryland, I was bawling my eyes out, bending over a trashcan and waiting for the puke to come. I got in line to board my next flight (not even 10 minutes after I got off the terrifyingly horrible flight into Maryland). I noticed a young woman looking at me, and I felt embarrassed with the tears running down my face and the shakes taking over me. I said in some attempts to make excuses for my terrible anxiety, "I'm sorry, I just hate flying." She looked at me very sweetly and said, "are you flying alone?" I nodded and she held out her hand. "I'm Julia. Do you want to fly together?" And I said yes and gave a teary smile as we shook hands. She was so friendly, and I came to realize that she was quite the conversationalist. Her job is to shmooze with old people to get them to donate money for the War College in Rhode Island. It seemed perfect for her.
I'm happy to be home with just three weeks until he's here with me. Chris is coming to visit in a few weeks, and I'm incredibly excited about that.
I start work tomorrow. I'm excited about that too.
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