One more week until we get on a plane for 2 weeks in the US for the holidays.
I’m freaking out.
Not just bout the house cleaning, which if you’ve ever lived with depression, means the house is a disaster (although getting better) but more than anything about missing my kitties. I don’t know how they’ll take us not being here for 2 weeks, I’m afraid for my kitty boy who may have some major separation anxiety. Friends will be checking up on them and feeding them, I just hope that it all goes well and they take it okay.
Now I understand why some people feel like their pets are their kids, because I’m worrying as if I was leaving kids alone for ages.
But I’m also excited. It’s been years since I was home, and longer since I was home for happy circumstances.
I am planning a big New Years Japanese dinner, and I have no idea who will show up and if they’ll eat the food. It’s nothing too weird, but might just be enough out of most people from the Midwest’s comfort zone that they’ll avoid it. That’s my biggest fear.
I’m also hoping to bring some Japanese crafts and traditions to share with people, but again, not sure if anyone is really as “into” it as we are. Living here for so long, it’s hard not to get into these sort of things. It almost seems like you have to, In a way, to really enjoy it. But that may just be me, I have no idea.
So my anxiety is dialed up to 11 over all of this. Plus a long, completely packed plane flight there and back – I’m just happy we can fly an Asian carrier, so we know we’ll have some room and it’ll be comfortable. Booking around making sure we’re not flying American or Delta was a beast.
Off to do more laundry and hope the house doesn’t burn down while I’m gone. I hate this feeling!
