So here I am on the plane to Winnipeg. It was stressful getting to the airport, but then, when isn’t it. I would like to say I had to get up at the crack of dawn, but that won’t happen in Edmonton until 45 minutes after I land in Winnipeg.
I don’t seem to be looking forward to this trip too much. My sister isn’t going to be there (still in Florida) and I’m not staying for two weekends. I’m going home on the morning of the 31st, because I want to attend a New Years Eve party in Edmonton. I don’t have a specific one planned, but I know I don’t have anything to go to in Winnipeg. (Not much better in Edmonton though.) With the shortened trip, it’s not feeling like much of a vacation.
I was one of the last, if not the last, to get onto the plane. In the line to board, I was behind a pretty girl, but she is sitting exactly one row behind me. The entire time I can hear the guy next to her talking with confidence and charm to her about being from Winnipeg and living in Edmonton. They seem to be bonding nicely. I’m feeling jealous.
The fear of dying alone is kicking in. It usually happens about now with the year ending, but it also happens on my birthday. On Christmas you are supposed to be happy, so it hammers it home when you’re not. I’m feeling lonely, and I don’t see any chance of that changing.
Well, on that happy note, Merry Christmas.