The Big Day

Well, the big day is actually tomorrow.  I travel to Toronto to see my beloved and stay there for a full month and four days.  The night before is always a bit of a nervous tic.  I don't really want to go but once there I'm happy I'm there and then I don't want to go home when I leave.  It fucking sucks.  I hate the actual travel part of travelling.  The plane part and having to pack and then slog out to the airport and have to wait to get on the plane.  Wait to get off the plane, slog through the airport, wait for your luggage, lug it off a stupid carosel, get in a taxi and then have to travel all the way to the house.  It just annoys me!  The other way is even worse.  I wish I could just stay in Toronto.  *Sigh*