Traveling and not...

[carriemel]

Hey, y'all. What a week. On Tuesday I was up at Sam's Club paying a bill and stuff, when I realized my tire'd gone flat. Now, I've got NO earthly clue how to change a tire. After all, things like that aren't included in the "I love being a girl" book that we're assigned at birth. Sooooo...after sitting there for a minute, I decided to try calling T. His answering machine picked up so I started to leave a message, but he picked up the extension. Told him my situation, and where I was. About 20 minutes later, he was pulling into the parking lot. He got the car jacked up, and tried to remove the tire. It wasn't moving. He tried for a good 10 minutes before giving up, lowering the car and telling me that it wasn't *that* flat and I could drive it to the gas station, he'd fill it with air, and then we'd go over to his house so he could fix the tire with his tools. Well, we did that, he fixed it while I played with the basset hound (who, by the way, is TERRIFIED of the car jack (and the hose, but that's a different story)). T became my hero that night. And honestly...I think that's when I fell for him. But shhhhhhhh...I haven't told him yet. I'm kind of afraid to. You see...

I'm sure y'all know I work for Homeland Security...and most of you know I was recently selected for an elite national team. A traveling team. Going around the US, and all its territories and possessions...living in the high quality hotels...big ol' per diem...all the OT I can handle...BUT the thing is, I'm going to be leaving for a whole year. And that's tearing me up. Just when I get a good thing in my life, I've got to leave it. So, that's my dilemma. I'm not sure if I should tell him I've fallen...or if I should just start forgetting about it.