Continued....
So I arrived at the hotel checked and then everything hit me at once. C was back, like really back in the states and I was going to be seeing him in a few moments. I started to get nervous....
So the hour wait comes and goes and C is still not here. I'm getting more anxious and annoyed at the same time. I call C and he says he's downstairs. Awesome! So I wait some more and another thirty minutes go by. I call C again, he tells me he's on his way and that he went to the wrong hotel!!! Really??? Who does that evidently C who went to the Marriott and not the J.W. Marriott.
At this point my nervousness has reached an all time high. I couldn't sit still, I couldn't focus on TV, I kept checking the peep hole and of course he still hadn't arrived. Then finally I hear the door start to open and there he is in person.
I think we just stood there with our arms locked around each other for a good five minutes. He was home again and it felt like he never left. All was right again.
