Thursday, March 14, 2013

I'm on my way to Thailand (literally) I am running away from every ghost that walks College St.

They took pity on me, on the flight. Each time I woke up there were new Kleenex and a fresh water bottle. Kind looks and little touches, they must think someone died.

Just me, ladies.

And so my international cryfest continues, in front of a vending machine in the most deserted part of the Frankfurt airport that I could find.


Sarah K said...

I love you so deeply and so dearly.

gluten-free nonna said...

It's the hardest thing to believe right now, but it gets better. xo