It's just a long weekend. Not even a week, but long enough to need to pack more than just a backpack carry on. Long enough to be apart from my girls and my husband, that when I arrive back home I know I won't be hopping on another darn plane again anytime soon.
Eight airplanes in three weeks. Kinda crazy from me, that hadn't gotten on an airplane in 2009 until December 25.
But I am off an adventure. Shopping, museums, tea, good food, catching up with girlfriends, a little "me" time. London, wow I am really going to London.
I'll be unplugged, so not much updating will happen. More New York stories and I am sure plenty of London stories will appear when I am jet-lagged and settled back in to home.