One Way ticket- Carry ons only

My husband and I are on our way to Asia for our delayed honeymoon. One way flight to Thailand, carry ons only. This is the definition of freedom, happiness and success in my world. Freedom to travel for some unknown amount of time. Yes, we will have to come back to work at some point (probably sooner rather than later because Jason is at a breaking point in his career, I'm freelance and in the middle of starting my own business and we're in the middle of massive home renovations) but the fact that we can work remotely and flexibly- is everything I've ever wanted life. 
For the first time in my life, we arrived at the airport almost 3 hours before our flight. Traffic wasn’t as bad as it looked like it would be, the car drop at flight car was quicker than usual and having rented out our apartment a couple days in advance of our departure, the last minute Airbnb prep that usually delays us, was already finished. So, having missed an international flight only 2 months prior, I went along with my risk adverse husband's desire to avoid the mad dash through the airport. Did the international terminal at LAX just get remodeled with great restaurants and stores or did I always just sprint through it so fast I never noticed?? Either way, it's fabulous! There's a Border Grill, Umami Burger, Chaya, even Pink Berry! Knowing I would be thinking of all the projects I could be working on rather than sitting in the airport ( i.e. the dresser turned vanity I left in desperate need of another coat of polyurethane) Jason attempted to entertain me into thinking arriving to the airport early was FUN.

And it turns out it was. We ate Mexican food and had a beer and did all that last minute stuff we hadn't done yet; called the bank requesting they not to block my credit cards abroad, call for an international data plan on the phone, call my mom and tell her I love her, turn on the out of office automated response on email etc etc. I'd spotted the Pink Berry on our stroll to the gate and made a mental note to pick one up after I'd tied up my loose ends. The next thing I knew the plane was boarding, so I finished my emails and then announced I was going to Pink Berry. "Are you KIDDING me?! The plane is BOARDING!" Jason exclaimed with disbelief. "You've had all this time to get a Pink Berry and now you're going? Now that the plane is actually boarding, you're going to leave the gate, run down the terminal and get a Pink Berry?" "Take my bag, I'll be quick" I promised. He shook his head with horror and yelled after me as I began to run, "Hope you don't miss our honeymoon!" Maybe it was it was poor time management, maybe it was the need to sprint through the airport, but in true form, I was the last person to board the plane and heard to oh-so-familiar and comforting announcement "Final boarding call for TaiPei" It wouldn't have been right to board a plane with a resting heart rate and no beads of sweat on my forehead. When I arrived with a large Pink Berry and two spoons, Jason was thrilled I'd made the mad dash. Let the gloriously long, full of books and movies and long naps, flight begin...