Namely, that I'm always running away, eating Italian food, and shopping.
Yeah, sounds about right.
I think I'll give up takeout/delivery.
I'm at the Charlotte airport waiting for my connecting flight to St. Thomas. The last time I was here was 1998, on a connection from Boston en route to Jamaica. We were traveling to Kingston to spend our spring breaks at Mother Theresa's Center for the Destitute and Dying, as well as a few days here an there on site visits to a leper colony, St. Margaret's Community Center, and a shanty town elementary school. It was my second year on the volunteer trip and, for some unknown reason, our flights had been canceled out of Boston, we were split into two groups, and when we landed in Charlotte, we had to sprint through the airport to try and make our connection. I still vividly remember it.