It's 4:30 am. I fly out at 12:40 or so. My plan is to stay up all night so I am tired enough to sleep on the plane. being this tired may have hampered my judgement. I visited with one ex-girl friend and Facebook messaged two others. Well, better than doing it drunk... I hope. I have my clothes out, ready to put in my bag. I'll shower and shave in a couple hours, and pack up the rest of the way. Then a walk to Market Street for breakfast (that's where I work, and they are even going to let come back to work when I return. Thanks guys.), then grab the airport bus. I'll get to London tomorrow morning sometime after 8:00 am.
I am filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. I really don't know what to expect. I had a counsel a while back tell me I needed to be more positive. I tried that. It felt fake. Is it OK to be unsure, if I'm positive I'm unsure? I am being positive in some respects. I have some juggling balls, a frisbee and a full box of condoms. So I'm being open to all kinds of fun. Plus, this blog in its self is optimism. Right?
I'll see you in London.
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