You say goodbye, and I say...*sob*

I've gotten so good at the airport cry that exactly a week ago today I was practicing the hotel room cry.

And the hotel lobby cry.

And the rental car cry.

After a perfect Sunday at the beach, complete with a slice of real key lime pie and a dip in the hot tub to melt all the sand away, Seth and I spent our last night together...

listening to me puke. Apparently if your stomach gets used to lettuce and apples, feeding it a rich piece of key lime pie will work wonders for clearing out your digestive system.

In a bad way.

For as long as I can remember I've had separation anxiety. With my parents. My siblings. My nieces and nephews as I went off to college and my best friends. And now with Seth. We're just beginning our relationship. The thought of being apart is enough that I need to start buying kleenex in bulk.

Like all vacations, it couldn't last forever. But I really wish the part where we got to actually physically be together would've.

Next stop: May 15-19. Raleigh, North Carolina.