There's nothing that makes me sadder than having to leave someone at an airport. That feeling has defined a huge part of my life, it seems.

On Wednesday, I flew to DC. Dan drove me to the airport. We were both crying; trying to make excuses for me not to go. I'm only going to be gone for a week, but we seriously can't even handle that. I cried basically until I got to DC. And then got sick right as we were landing on the plane, which made me cry again because I was so embarrassed and still sad over leaving Dan for a week. I basically held back tears all of Wednesday when I got here.
Thursday I went to this museum in DC about the history of news. Except all of the news seemed to be bad news, and I really couldn't handle it after 2 hours of being there. I was in the last exhibit, which was Pulitzer Prise Photography. Every single photo was of some American War, or tragedy. I lost it, cried, called my mom in the bathroom of the museum.

I talked to Dan on the phone before we fell asleep last night for almost two hours. We pretty much decided that we obviously can't handle being separated for more than 2 days, and if one of us goes on vacation somewhere, the other one is going too.


In other news, I'm having a lot of fun hanging out with my cousin here, and I'll write about that some other time.