January 12, 2015
I’m sitting at the airport in Taipei right now. I made the traverse up the length of the island from Tainan, and I’m finally heading back to the States. It’s been a long three weeks. Another… oh, 11 hours and 45 minutes, and it’ll be (almost) over.
My dad still has a long ways to go, though. The doctors are estimating that he’ll be in the hospital for at least two more months. But at least he’s in a stable state now, and gradually improving. As for my mom… well, honestly, I’m at the point where I don’t feel like I can help much anymore. So, it’s time for me to go home.
Which is to say, it’s time for me to be able to go home and not feel (too) guilty about it.
I’m not gonna life, I’m pretty excited. First thing I’m gonna do is grab myself a nice thick steak….
Wait… no. First thing is nap….
Wait… no, not that, either….
First thing is to hug Melissa…. This is the longest we’ve gone without seeing in other in the three years we’ve been together. I guess I’ll let myself be mushy for a second.
But… well, damn it. Can I just have my steak and nap and the hug all at once?