Frequent Flyer

I am not..........a frequent flyer that is. I have flown a few times,(I think I can count on one hand how many) but I still get excited thinking about flying. Not nervous, but excited. I wish I had frequent flyer miles stored up somewhere, mostly so I could see Catherine more, or be able to have her come home more. She is not coming home this Thanksgiving. It is very expensive to fly when you are on a limited budget. Maybe I should try and get a job with an airline, at least then I could fly on standby and not have to take out a loan from the bank! I am going up there in a week, and will see her for a day, but, with Catherine, it takes more than a day. Conversations with her are, well, there are not any, which is fine, since it is who she is, but, I still miss them, and yes, I miss her. I think I might worry about her more than I acknowledge, even to myself. I think I worry because it is impossible to talk to her, because of her schedule, and because of who and how she is. So, I say, Jami, don't worry, it does no good. And I say, Jami, what are you worrying about? and I have no answer.

But, a year has passed, and another one is well into itself, so, I will be at peace with what is, and make an effort to not worry about things that I can not answer.