Traveling
Is it just me, or does everyone always begin a traveling expedition with minimal amounts of sleep? Ever since I can remember, a trip meant excitement, unknown territories, and it all begins with one endless night of imagination and lack of sleep.
Tomorrow we’re flying into New Orleans for a wedding on Friday. I took a melatonin. It hasn’t kicked in yet.
I’m wondering about all of the awesome things we’re sure to see, all of the fun we’re about to have. . .and sleep is nowhere on my mind. Except that I know that I should be sleeping, because I know come 8:30 tomorrow morning, my alarm will be going off, and I’ll be running around like crazy making sure I’m not forgetting anything.
More later, hopefully with pics.