Safe

"Safe" is a relative word at the moment, but we are home, sleeping, and in no imminent danger. I wish I didn't have to even write such words. Our/Everyone's safety should be a given.

We were just there.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't upset that Boo and I fly from Lux to Munich to Chicago to Cleveland on Monday. And John is (was?) supposed to fly to Paris on Monday, then to Turkey next week.

I keep telling myself that this is probably the safest time to fly (and as a result, I am totally missing my flight from Chicago to Cleveland, I'm sure). But I'm a mom. And wife. And I'm not in control. And I'm scared. That's how terrorism works. And I'm pissed that they're winning in that sense.

I remember how it felt when 9/11 was happening. The French are likely feeling the same right now. They are directly affected. This isn't about me.

But that doesn't make it less unsettling to know all of us are scheduled to be on planes next week.