Oh boy, oh boy, a trip! A big trip! I’ve been waiting so long.

Wow, that’s a lot of stuff. Do you really need all of this? You know the airlines have a weight limit, right? Sure you can put your back into it and get the zipper closed, but really?!

57 lbs! 57 lbs! I told it was too much. Now what? Are you going to pay the $100 overweight fee? Or maybe lose the fourth pair of shoes? Maybe you don’t need seven sun dresses? Just a thought.

Oh, okay, the penalty fee it is. I feel for the baggage handler who has to get that much weight from the luggage wagon onto the plane. But what do you care? Right? As long as you’ve got a different bathing suit for each day of the vacation.

Alright, I know, I’m being dramatic. I’ll see you on the other side.

…..

What a flight, crammed in there like a sardine, ten hours. I can’t believe the airlines can get away with charging for this kind of experience.

Now to the terminal, to baggage claim, and then to the hotel. I can’t wait to see that luxurious hotel room, the view of the beach from the pillow top king bed. It’s a dream really.

Okay, where are you? I’ve been going round and round in baggage claim for twenty minutes. Everyone else has picked up their suitcases, but you’re nowhere to be seen. Did you get lost? Picked up by immigration? Did they catch you trying to bring pot into the country?

Wait. What’s that language they’re speaking through the PA system? We were going to Cancun, but that’s not Spanish. It’s not English. It sounds Eastern European. Maybe Romanian? …oh no. What if? What if I got on the wrong plane? What if you’re in Cancun but I ended up in Bucharest?

This is terrible. What are you going to do without me? What will you wear to to dinner, to the beach, to your sister’s wedding!? You’ll be lost without me. And what am I supposed to do? Just sit here on the floor in the corner of the airport hoping someone figures out where I was supposed to go? That could take weeks. Months. I might end up sent off to some homeless shelter.

Unless…the AirTag…you got me one and maybe you see me, even though I’m thousands of miles away. Maybe you’ll call the airport and have them track me down…they’ll put me on a plane back to you…maybe even in time for the wedding.

I hear the phone ringing. A man in a uniform approaches. He’s reaching out his hand to me, and picking me up. He’s giving me a new baggage tag - it says Cancun. Now I know you found me and have sent for me.

It will be another long flight to be reunited. But I can already imagine the smile on your face when we are reunited.