Dave and I lived right outside of Washington D.C. for six years after we got married. Before Max was born I worked right down the street from the White House. My commute was interesting. I’d go wait in line at a bus stop near our house. Cars wanting to use the carpool lane on the freeway (to avoid the horrible traffic there) would drive up one by one and shout out where they were going in the city. If you were going near the same place you’d jump in with them. It was a “win/win” because you got a ride and they had an extra passenger so they could leave the traffic jam in the dust while cruising in the carpool lane. It was called the “slug line” and I loved it. I met people from all over the place. Sometimes I’d ride in junky old beat up cars. Sometimes I’d ride cars that were so nice it took my breath away. Sometimes we listened to classical music, other times it was hard rock. Some people wanted to gab the whole drive, others were silent. (I got a lot of reading in.) One of them we still keep in touch with through Christmas cards after all these years.
One day I happened to ride with a guy who had just returned from the Olympics in Sydney, Australia. I can’t even describe the excitement pouring out of him as he related the details about being there. Right then and there I thought to myself, “We’re going to do that some day.”
When we lived in China for the summer a couple years ago, Dave and I decided we were going to somehow make it work to get back for the Olympics. This last year I wondered if it was too good to be true, and whether we could really swing it, but here we are, in the midst of a late night tying up loose ends with our passports packed to leave in the morning.
So, by the time this posts we’ll be flying over the ocean en route to all the hype in Beijing. I’m so excited I can hardly sit still. Not only will we be there amidst the wonder of the Olympics, but we’ll get to be on an eight-day date. No doubt we’ll have the best talks and some great fights… mainly over how much I pull out the camera. Oh man I’m giddy.