A Suitcase and An Airplane

A nap should be on the schedule. And if I ever followed a schedule, I'd probably be taking one right now. But, as you can see, I'm not. That's because my nerves have little idea of sleep today. They barely had any for last night either. My first thought this morning was before I even opened my eyes.
 "Tomorrow, right now, I'll be at the airport."
As soon as that thought happened, there was little chance for any more sleep.

The one suitcase is packed up, and I mean the one because that is the only one I'm taking [along with a backpack and oversized purse :)] and I'm all ready except for those bare-minimal-last-minute things.

You see, tomorrow sees me flying off to New York City; the place I'll be living for the next eight week of my life. All that lays in wait for me there will only stretch me and grow me [as intended] and I'm both nervous and excited about that very fact. But I'm also pretty enthused about living in NYC for a few weeks.

Tomorrow is full of the promise of adventure.