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A Leak in the Ceiling Needs Fixing
I just returned from a 2-week trip to Europe. It was my first long trip with my boyfriend of 11 months. It was our own version of slow travel. We slept in each morning and went with the flow based on the weather and what we were in the mood for that morning.
I couldn’t have asked for a better vacation. It felt surreal at times, almost too good to be true. We were in sync with each other and what we wanted to do. There was a high degree of understanding and no squabbles.
On the Uber ride back home from the airport, I texted my children that I would be home in about an hour. On my ride home, I went through the gazillion pictures I took on the trip and collaged my top pic(k)s.
I sent the collage to my boyfriend and I was blushing as I texted to let him know that I missed him already. I felt truly happy about having him in my life. I was elated, like on cloud nine, until I received a text from my children.
One texted “The ceiling is leaking” and the other send a video of water dripping from the ceiling in our kitchen onto the stove followed by a question asking if I can drop them off the next morning for sports practice.
Pop! The balloon burst bringing me back to the ground. Back to reality!
