I’m sitting here exhausted but unable to sleep – I blame the future 12 hour time difference. I keep running through all of the things I need to get done before Sunday. Trying to prioritize and figure out which ones I can live without finishing. After I go through that I start thinking about all the people I still need to say goodbye to. The whole thing really just makes me want to throw up.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m excited to go – really. I’m just really not excited about the next week of preparations and hugs. I’m excited to see what Korea looks like. I’m excited to see our new place. I’m excited to meet my kids. I’m not excited to sit on a plane for 18 hours or have no idea how to buy groceries, get where I want to go, say hello to someone.
I try to remind myself that this will be one of the greatest highlights of my life. I think it’s safe to say that no other trip will top this one. For tonight, that reminder doesn’t seem to be working.
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