Day One-Hundred and Six

Is this it? Have I finally reached the promised land?

I spent my One-Hundredth day of nicotine abstinence gallivanting about San Francisco with the wife. On this particular day, I recall devouring the most delicious Chinese food to ever touch my lips at House of Nanking. Heaven on a plate.

Even in my worst smoking days, vacationing with the wife was always the best cigarette deterrent. In fact, I hardly ever craved a smoke when in her angelic presence, and this particular vacation was no exception.

We walked across the Golden Gate Bridge, which was interesting. Looking at this historic landmark in person felt overwhelming, and the prospect of traversing it on foot exhilarating. And yet, as we reached the other side, there was a noted absence of stickers, t-shirts, and balloons; no one was cheering; there was no party waiting for its two guests of honor to finally arrive.

And here I am, fifteen-weeks smoke-free, waiting for my victory party. I have certainly conquered my cigarette addiction, but where are the bells and whistles? Why is the first thought that pops in my head on my way out the door for a game of chess, or to run a few errands, 'First stop: Royal Farms'? What does this mean?