So, this is me, sitting at Heathrow, waiting for my flight to Chicago (and then Dallas, and finally Austin). In about 15 hours I’ll finally be at the hotel, ready to crash.
While I’m excited to be going ‘on a jolly’ to SXSW, and meeting all those people I’ve only communicated via email with, nothing prepared me for the huge emotional wrench of saying goodbye to the family. Call me a 10 tonne wuss if you like, but I felt like crying bucketloads at thought of not seeing them again for another week. I’ve probably been away from Samanatha and Daniel for 3 days at the most since they were born, and this feels like a whole new challenge.
So I think it might be hard for me this week. If you see a lost-looking Englishman, wearing a bead bracelet (present from Samantha who made it for me at breakfast this morning), come and say hello, but please don’t mention the family. Unless your someone who enjoys seeing a grown man blub….
- 2005 11 Mar
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