Tomorrow morning I head out for Boston. The trip, which I never thought would come to fruition, is the culmination of the three year MNHS/Hamline history program I have been involved in. To date I have earned 11 credits and attended eight sessions. I think. My mind is slipping. I can't remember if we have only been through two summer sessions or three?
Outside some of the very dry readings on historical stuff, it has been very interesting. But then again, I have always been interested in history (thank you Mr. Matzke, 10th grade American History teacher).
While I am looking forward to the trip, I would be lying if I said it isn't going to be hard to be away from Kristie for a week.
She will be able to get a lot more done without me around, but I tend to need her a lot more than she needs me, which might account for all of the calls she receives from me at work every day.
Like my father, I'm a homebody. I enjoy spending time with my family the most. I'm not a fisherman or sportsman of any sort. Actually, Kristie was trying to get me to go ice fishing with one of her coworkers last winter. However, I could think of nothing I'd like less. I'm sure I would enjoy it, but spending three days unable to really shower or do anything other than fish, drink, and talk "guy talk" is not how I wish to spend a weekend.
Now we aren't one of those couples that absolutely cannot spend time apart. Well, maybe we are, but I don't think of us like that.
It's just that I like to be with my wife. As much as possible.
Which is why this week will be hard.
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