The title’s quite a mouthful, isn’t it? But that’s where I’m headed this weekend: San Francisco, California, where I’ll be staying for ten days. I’m excited/nervous about it; I’ve had the chance to meet a bunch of the attendees online beforehand, but the worst part about it is that I’m going to be away from Rachel. Even if I do get to talk to her every night on the phone, there’s something different when you are separated from someone you love by actual distance. It was bad when I was in New York for Toy Fair, and now I’m going to be a whole continent away. I can’t stand being without my baby…
It’s always fun to fly west. I’m going to end up with a 27-hour day thanks to the time differences between here and there. Which also means that when I’m going to bed at 10 or 11, it will be 1 or 2 o’clock in the morning over here. That’s not really going to work for phone conversations because there’s no way I’m going to force Rachel to stay up that late. I wish I could take her with me. I love Rachel…