There's No Place Like Home

So the amazing thing about John's flight out to NYC during Thanksgiving was that I booked my ticket to go back home on the 4th, which meant that we'd be separated for only a week. However, in my favour and not in John's...traffic heading to the Newark airport..not even the airport, just in general in NYC that day was horrendous and John was stuck for basically six hours on the bus. No JOKE, when it should only have taken him 45 minutes to get there. John was stuck for about 3 hours before they even moved passed 50 feet! To make matters worse is that the bus driver wouldn't even let him off the bus! Then they move a little bit further and closer to the Lincoln Tunnel...still not there yet. Finally, the bus driver attempts to pull over to the side to let people off the bus who wants to get off, but with Murphy's Law, the traffic eases up a bit and the bus driver changes his mind. He was SO close to getting off! Then through clenched fists and a tight jaw, they finally make it to Newark. Naturally, John has missed his flight by well over two hours and he is in NJ for no reason. He has to pay more money to get a bus ride back to NYC to my place and needless to say-he was a very frustrated boy. He left my place by three and didn't make it back until just before eleven. Poor baby. However, the perk was that he got to spend a few extra days with me! The next day's flights were all booked up and he couldn't get another flight til the third day...which I was perfectly fine with of course.

Now that week was shortened to only four days! Naturally, I was frantically trying to get myself prepared for my departure...in an aesthetic manner of course. I got a body massage to relax my muscles, then I got a body wrapping...where they say it's supposed to reduce your water weight and toxins thus resulting in about a one inch loss all around. I didn't see a difference. Then I made a mistake of getting my first facial ever the day before I leave. Well, I have noticed over the past few months that my skin is exceedingly becoming more sensitive and I explained it to the lady as well. However, I went through one hour of extreme pain. I thought facials were supposed to be relaxing! It's all lies ladies, all lies! I literally had tears in my eyes because she was beating my face up like she was trying to tenderize a slab of meat. Let me tell you, I walked out of there swollen, red, sensitive, blotchy and defeated. I looked like I had leprosy. I was so embarrassed and immediately regretted it. Why? I busted a Nancy Kerrigan and repeatedly asked "Why me, why me?!" in my head. Aliza got a facial and her skin looked radiant like a baby, but me...jeez I looked like I needed to be examined. Needless to say, I couldn't wear make up or anything because I was afraid it'd make matters worse.

I was so sad about it that I defied getting all dolled up for the plane ride. I knew I'd be seeing John later that day, but I just couldn't muster up the desire to get dressed because I knew I couldn't do anything about my face. Granted the swelling went down, but I did get a few break outs (contradictory to the whole facial reason!) and my face was red and dry in some areas. Luckily, baba picked me up and we did random errands so I had a few more hours for my face to "try" to heal further before John saw it.

Eventually, it was t-minus 0 hour and John was to arrive. However, he's such a good boy he said he didn't see anything and that I looked beautiful. He's a darling (but he better say that). We just chilled at the house and watched some T.V. before he left for home and I went to bed.

It was a good day because as the title says above...there's no place like home.

P.S. Sorry, but again there are no pics because I refused to take pics of my blotchy face. Call it vanity, call it shallow, call it safe.