It's after one o'clock in the morning, and I still haven't started packing for my trip home (I fly out in just a few short hours). I do this every time. Laundry has been done for hours. What is stopping me? (Other than falling asleep on the couch earlier...oops.)
I'm happy, though. I couldn't be more ready to get out of town for a while. Away from ePort planning meetings and painters and piles of paper waiting to be edited. I'm ready for a taste of freedom.
And who knows what grand adventures might occur?
1 comment:
I always find staying up to ridiculous hours the night before a trip is mandatory. Our excitement the night before is completely balanced by the exhaustion at the end of journey.
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