8:00 PM
I am sitting in the San Diego airport and I have to sort out my feelings. I don’t feel like I should at the end of a vacation with my girlfriend. We haven’t seen each other in over a month, and after a four-day reunion, I don’t feel like I’ve seen her at all.

It was a crazy week with guests, neighbors, and random people storming through the house every day. Twice they hosted dinner for over 25 people.; At first I was happy to assume my responsibility to bring the chaos to order. Candyce was cheerful and graceful, able to keep almost everyone happy.

We weaved through the crowds making a good time even better. But after three days of this, I felt like I wanted everyone to leave so I could just be with Candyce. Or maybe she and I should just leave? What bothered me is I don’t think Candyce felt the same way. She just kept on doing her thing.

Maybe that’s just how it goes: a loving and given person will always love and give. But why am I last in line? I am left angry, frustrated, and misunderstood.

I have no desire to stay here in San Diego. I have no desire to hop on this plane and fly back to Phoenix for the night. I have no desire to go to Boston tomorrow. I am just sitting here in a chair at another airport, one the hundreds of lonely people with no place to go.