One month from this exact moment in time I will be on an airplane. I hope it's a really big airplane and I hope I have an aisle seat. And I'll go ahead and hope that there is an 8 year old child sitting next to me, taking up an appropriate amount of space whilst keeping themselves (and me) duly entertained. I'll also hope that I'll find a baby to play with, perhaps across the aisle. I hope the food is good (no airplane fish) and if I get really lucky there will be a good movie playing. I hope the hours preceeding this flight won't be too stressful, and that I'll have been able to get my hockey bag of a suitcase to the airport by myself.
Most of all, I hope I'm not filled with the inexplicable sense of sadness that I feel when I think about one month from right now.