Thoughts on the night before my flight to Florence. Standard pattern in all of my travels, my sleep is messy and my mind spins. Also, I’m really obsessed with my passport.
God, I thought it was at least five in the morning, almost time to get up. How long had it been since the last time I woke up right after I fall asleep thinking it was time to get up again? I think I was still a kid. I’m too tired to keep thinking, tomorrow will be a busy day for sure.. Continue reading