spain? *nods emphatically*

I leave at 5:35pm out of Chicago O’hare Airport. The windy city. I hate it. But that’s ok. I’m leaving on a jet plane. To Spain. Where the rain falls mainly on the plains. Or some such silliness. I don’t know if there are plains where I’m going. Maybe it’ll rain all the time and that would suck. Or maybe it’ll just be gorgeously beautiful and sunny. Regardless, I’m going. So is Miles. 11 hours on a plane with a 3 year old. If I’m not insane by the time I get there, I’ll be. . . sane. I’m excited, nervous, worried, and breathless with anticipation. Plus a little bit harried by all the things I have to get done in the next 8 days. Passports, clothes, toys for plane, snacks, baggage, and I still have to work the rest of the week. But it’s a good harried, I think. I don’t know. I’m going to break up with Ace tomorrow. I don’t want to do it, but only b/c i don’t want to hurt him. But I cannot, in good conscience or faith, continue dating him knowing that it can never go anywhere. He’s not a Christian and I could never have a long term relationship with him knowing that. I feel like a heel for saying that.. but it’s true.. I could never marry a man that wasn’t. And I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t want to. I want that foundation for my marriage and the raising of my children. Anything else is pretty much guaranteed to fail. 🙁 uneven yokes and all that.

ok, i’m done talking. wish me luck on my trip and all that. see ya on the flip side.

me