In 9 hours, I will be on a flight to Australia. In 6 hours, I will be in a car to take me to the airport. In 5 hours, I will be weepy and Dean will be unable to pry me from around his neck.
And I haven't started packing yet.
I haven't even picked up the laundry yet. I've not showered yet. My To-Do list is long.
Don't get me wrong- I am so excited and very fortunate to be traveling to the other side of the world to perform Whales and Souls. I'm thrilled to see old friends in Cairns, to bring these characters to life, to get to know my playwright friend Andrew Kramer better (22 hours of travel time should do it.) I'm interested to see how the audience responds to the work there, and I'm excited to snorkel again on the Great Barrier Reef, and maybe even hold a koala again.
But you know, it's tough to leave your loved one for 11 days. Tough to leave your cats. REALLY tough to leave your dog. It's tough to leave your kitchen and your mailbox.
So...what I have to remember is that I get to come home. I get to do this amazing play in a far away, tropical place, and when it's all over...I get to come home.
And when I get back, I will not complain about walking the dog for a very long time. :)