August 2008
I cried today for the first time in 8 years. - 3 Aug 2008 - Flickr
Strobist: OlympusFL50 into ceiling@1/16. Nikon SB26 into shoot through umbrella cam right@1/2.
You can’t know pain until you have known joy. These past 17 days have been nothing but pure joy, and now it sets in. Pure pain.
Today I left my Rosie.
I knew it was going to be hard.I was not nearly prepared for just how hard it would be. All those phrases I have heard about love
"my better half"
"soulmate"
"you complete me"
every stupid love song
suddenly they all make perfect sense.
There is no way I can write enough to explain how I feel. I know I am still lucky, though i am not with my Rosie right now, at least we found each other, which is more than I ever expected out of life.
Getting home hasn’t exactly been a piece of cake. My flight from Manchester to New York caught bad weather, our plane wound up circling New York for about an hour before giving up. So we went to Boston to get fuel. Runway in Boston was too bad to land on - so we had to land on another strip near Boston. Bot allowed to get off the plane. Got Fuel, and back into the air. an hour and a half later and some more circling and we were on the ground in New York. Unfortunately by this time we were 6 hours late, and literally everyone missed their connecting flights. No problem for me though, because all the flights going to Raleigh were canceled for the next 20 hours anyways. YAY. An airport shut down, thousands of angry people fighting to get somewhere. All I wanted was my Rosie. I found a line and stood in it for an hour. Wrong line. Next line was surely the right one. 3 hours later I made it to the front. I got my flight re-booked. Then upon further inspection I see the flight they gave me departed from boston-atlanta-raleigh. One problem, I am in New York! Time to go through the line again!!! Second time around I get someone who seems to know what they are doing, and in a miracle they get me a flight leaving the next morning at 9:15 AM. What do I do next? It is 2AM and I am alone. Afraid to sleep because there is no one to watch my bags. it happens anyway. I got in an hour and woke with my face against cold airport floor. Yum. I wait until 4AM when things start to open up again. More lines. I find one woman who was awesome and offered to help get me checked in. Next problem. That miracle filght @ 9:15. Well turns out is is for August 4th. OOPS AIRLINES! So this is just getting comical. Next flight. Booked. Next . Booked. I manage to get a place on a plane from JFK to RDU tonight @7:15. Thank god. Without this woman I would be so stuck.
What next? well I have been traveling without sleep for about 30 hours by now, haven’t gone through security yet because i cant get a boarding pass until 6 hours before my flight. Starving. Thirsty. I have no choice to leave. Spent 2 hours navigating the Airtrain and the subway. Got off on Spring St, and here I am @Spring and 6th. In a starbucks.
None of it matters though. The only reason i am here is to talk to my Rosie online…and here I will wait until I can find her.