We thought it would be a great idea if we split the trip up into two days. Sounds like a great idea right? We had plans to stay with a friend which would put us at about four and half hours of driving. As we got close to his house we tried to contact him. No answer. Greg's response, "just keep driving." 20 minutes goes by, still no answer. At this point I am so tired I can hardly drive anymore so Greg decides will get a hotel for the night. Make it easier on ourselves. As he looks for hotels to call he leans over and says, "hey Al when were planning on telling me we were on empty?" I internally start to panic. Greg being a good boyfriend laughs and says will get gas at the next exit. This is why I love him, always trying to laugh at the situation instead of yelling about a mistake.
Once we arrived at his parents we had almost five days together till my flight back to Michigan. We tried to make the most of the last trip home to his family. The two of us went into the city one day and walked around. We hit up all the good stores, trying to keep in mind were moving over seas and we get to bring one suit case, one very LARGE suit case. We used self control and only bought one thing each. My purchase being a pair of pants from lululemon that I had been itching to get.
The next few days were spent with his family hanging and enjoying the time we had together. The night before I had to leave his mom planned a trip into the city to go to a German beer garden. It was unlike anything I have ever done. The Germans mean business when it comes to their beer. You get an arm workout just from lifting the mugs!
In the blink of an eye it was Saturday. That meant it was going to be a really bad day. I had to say goodbye to my best friend and I had to fly back home alone. I truly think Greg was happy at that moment for my fear of flying. I was more focused on the fact that I had to get on a plane instead of thinking about how we were going to be apart. It was not until I was standing in front of the airport bags in hand that it hit me. I never like to cry in front of Greg when we have to say goodbye. This is the lifestyle we live and I never want to make him feel bad for going to do his job. With that said, I cry like a baby as soon as he can't see me anymore. It's an airport they see this kind of thing all the time right?
Four hours of layovers later and one non stop flight to Detroit and I was home. Back to life here without Greg. Awaiting the moment we are back together again!
