Anxiously Waiting

It’s 6am. I’ve still got 6 hours before I even leave for the airport, but I’m absolutely giddy with excitement. I can’t sleep or concentrate enough to read a book. I want to run through the streets, to shout at the top of my lungs, to laugh, and dance, and hug strangers. Today is a huge day for me, a day I’ve been excitedly anticipating for months, a day I finally feel 100% ready for. Yes, I’m most excited to see my family and friends, to indulge in all of the foods I’ve so dearly missed, but I can’t tell you how much I have been looking forward to my Qatar Airlines flights, a night in Doha, and the duty-free shopping. Kate hyped up Qatar to the point where I’m worried I’ll be disappointed—big seats, personal TV’s, great food, free alcohol, and friendly service. Then there’s the lure of phenomenal duty free shopping in Doha—perfumes, makeup, and magazines—all that stuff that makes you feel girly. Stuff I’ve really come to appreciate after being grungy and dirty for so long.