whats the worst that could happen?

Packed all Wednesday night, slept 2 hrs and went in to work with the slim hope that my replacement keyboard for my laptop would come in before I had to leave for my flight. Amazingly, it did! For the next 2 hours I attempted to wrap everything up at work that I needed to while listening to my distraught supervisor vent about her boyfriend who told her he loved her and was talking about a future together, moving in together, etc, suddenly freaking out and saying he not only wants to put off moving in together, but actually wants to see other people, ‘cultivate friendships’ and concentrate on getting his PhD. Crushing. That is the dark side of relationships- almost always one party is ready to move on before the other one is. When you open yourself up to the immense joys of an intimate relationship, you also expose yourself to the danger of the worst most painful experiences of your life.

Anyway, lots of stress and 15 hours of travel (with screaming babies, very little sleep, and really bad movie options) later, we arrived to find (whats the worst thing that can happen? read ahead:) our luggage still in New York! Grand. They gave us some toiletry kits and sent us on our way, telling us that if we are lucky they may get it to us by tomorrow. So that sucks. But at the airport two aunts, an uncle, grandmother, and cousin were all there to greet us, and although exhausted, we all enjoyed a delicious Mediterranean feast and strong cups of Turkish espresso in tiny little espresso cups. My cousin is still as cocky as ever, in front of his own 90 yr old grandparents said that he just naturally has a fit body, that the only excercise he participates in is sex. Jake and his second cousin ‘Or’ which in English translates to Light (his brothers names are Thunder and Lightning) got along like long lost brothers despite the language barrier, and tomorrow morning we are off to the beach, which is less then 10 min away. Shalom!