On Wednesday, we left Tokyo. We flew to JFK, then flew to DC, where the boyfriend and I spent the night before flying out on Thursday morning to our respective destinations: South Carolina for me, Boston for him. (Sniff sniff.)
I returned home with an extra bag full of souvenirs, a virulent cold that just won’t quit, and the plan to do absolutely nothing until Monday morning. My self-granted mini-vacation to recover from my real vacation has, however, been unexpectedly extended. Indefinitely. I was greeted with a box of my work belongings, and told in no uncertain terms that my presence was no longer required. While I’m thrilled to absolute pieces that I don’t have to keep dealing with the psycho boss, I’m feeling a bit of trepidation about the future. In other words, I’m totally freaking out.
Zuzu is enjoying the box from work, though.
