I stink at traveling.

No for real I am the worst traveler in the world, which when you are in a long distance relationship and are required to travel if you want to see the other person at all, can become problematic. Actually I am only a bad traveler because airlines really suck and I say that in the nicest way. I am ALWAYS on time, if you know me you know I get there early (Kevin doesn't understand why I insist being there at least 1.5 hours early, but it's just my nature), I always have my ziplock bag with fluids prepared, I am fast through the line taking out my laptop, so really I AM NOT THE BAD TRAVELER. It's the airlines man. So over the past 2 years of being long distance I have spent the night in 2 airports, due to delayed flights and misconnections (out of my control), I have been rerouted and had to spend an extra 8 hours in the airport (again, out of my control), and today my flight was cancelled due to plane maintenance (the most out of my control) and now instead of spending more time with KG I am writing blog in the airport, sitting in the most uncomfortable chairs when I should be almost back to Nashville. Yes traveling officially hates me.

BUT... I did get to spend 4 days out of the last 2, let me repeat 2, months with Kevin and it was nice, so very nice. What I realized big time this weekend is that getting married is going to let me know him on a whole other level. Like I know him, DUH, but when I was in the shower and using girly shampoo I started realizing that I have to now learn everything that he likes so that when I go to the store and he needs me to pick something up, I know what brand and everything to get. Like crunchy or creamy peanut butter, white or wheat bread. I mean, he will eat anything and I know that, but what are his preferences and does he know mine? Of course I know very general things, I'm not marrying a stranger, but it just got me thinking and do we start using the same things? Like face wash and toothpaste?

On another note Kevin is the most grownup. He wears dress pants and collared shirts and ties to work. And he works in a massive building downtown for people who make more money that my mind can ever fully grasp, being an artist. He gets excited to go to work and his one boss and wife are nice people that teach us things like "happy wife equals happy life". I like them and I like that he has something that he loves to do. It's refreshing in the most innocent way.

One other note, my granddad turned 80 last Friday and he has a huge party to celebrate. Let me tell you, I think there were more people at my grandfathers 80th party than there will be at my wedding. Now that is a man who has made himself known in this city. BYE.