Ugh it is so hard traveling, knowing that when I smoke my last cigarette before going into the airport that it'll be HOURS before I have another. From the last hit I savor the taste and feeling as long as I can. Walking through, smelling the nicotine on all the smokers just about drives me over the edge. I try to sleeep on the plane, but, knowing my next cigarette is that much closer keeps me energized. FINALLY, the plane arrives. As we un-board the plane, I feel my heart pumping hard and fast as I taste my first cigarette with my thoughts. Racing out, my husband follows my fast, short legs and closely as possible. We get to our car and immediately I grab out my pack of Marlboro red shorts and spark it, but this time, I leave the window CLOSED. My mind whirling with the clouds of smoke, my husband looking at me like i'm crazy. This... This was the moment I had been waiting for!