I haven't been on an airplane since January 2006. Airplanes have a distinctive smell that I can recall in my minds nose. The windows have a particular feel as does the upholstery of the seats and the nap of the covers on those teeny-tiny pillows (do they even have those on planes anymore? do they cost an extra $900?). None of these things are very glamorous but they are all associated - for me anyway - with going on vacation. And I haven't been on vacation since January 2006. Maybe that isn't so crazy but seriously - three years is a long time to not go anywhere for more than an over-night (once to D.C. for a concert and once to Virginia for a wedding - both more than two years ago). Part of it is money. Part of it is the Boy and not wanting to be away from him. Part of it is hoarding vacation time for a hopeful second baby maternity leave. My husband is supposed to go away for a few days next month on a guy's trip and I can tell you that I am insanely jealous but I'm just not ready yet.
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