Today's the day I leave for Paris. I'm totally nervous, excited, anxious, curious, and slightly depressed. If it's a typical travel experience for me, the depression will only increase as the day wears on. The rest will maintain their adrenaline draining status. I should be exhausted by mid-afternoon, especially since I've been up since 5.30 AM.
My apartment is a mess. We move the day I get back from Paris. In fact, I plan on getting home from the airport and starting to move early. If that doesn't increase my depression, I don't know what will. Maybe being in my 30s.
I meet Anna at JFK. Then we meet Thanda at Roissy/Charles de Gaulle. At least we'll be in Paris for the World Cup Final. That should be incredibly memorable. I missed Indianapolis and Gainesville when we won the basketball national championship, but I won't miss Paris and the WC win!
Wish me luck...and be grateful for xanax.
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