I am not really here.
I am on my way to Vegas. Yes, Vegas for the RT Convention.
What am I doing there? I have no idea. I’ll let you know what happened when I get back. If I get back…when my head stops spinning when I get back…
I am excited. I get to meet so many of my friends who live in the computer! Amy! Emma! Diana! Kate! AND MORE!
I’ll attend sessions and learn something to make me a better writer.
But I admit…I am nervous. Crowds scare me.
Doing things outside my comfort zone, which would be my home, terrify me. I have to drive myself to the airport and hope I get to the right place with the correct papers…I am not an experienced flyer. At all. Not that I’m scared of flying…plane rides are fun!
I am abandoning my job as stay-at-home mom for a week. A week. To be honest, I feel like a big weenie for dumping my job on my hub’s lap. He has enough to do and now I leave him in charge of the kids and house…
Okay, let me rephrase that. I will leave the kids in charge of the house and their dad…
I will miss my son’s first two track meets of the season. But there are always more of those.
Ball practices? Maybe they go, but if not the world won’t end.
I bought them food, so hopefully they will eat. And if they don’t? Oh well…pretty sure they won’t let themselves starve.
I won’t have time to worry about them, not that I would. Worrying about other people is crazy. I don’t care what goes on at home when I’m not there. However, let’s hope someone feeds the cats.
I’ll be too busy trying to navigate the convention, trying to not huddle in a corner, trying to make the most of this experience I am lucky to have.
So I’ll get on the plane, fingers crossed it’s the right one…I’ll get to the hotel…I’ll enter the world of people and books and writing because I am lucky! And maybe I’ll have a few stories to tell when I return. If I return.
So, if anyone needs me, I’ll be in Vegas.
Vegas, the last place on Earth I belong as my hubs says.