I Take It Back

Exhaustion has hit, I tried to fight back, but it made me its bitch. We basically did not sleep all night between the planes and the layover. We made it to New Hampshire without ANY sleep at 12:30 EST, which was really 6:30 am Pacific Time. Neither of us are used to pulling all nighters since we escaped from college. We managed to make it to my parents house and slept for about three hours. So we got up at 4 pm and functioned normally until the CRASH came at about 9. We looked like a couple of octogenarians, drunk ones. We were staggering around, barely able to keep our eyes open. We fell into bed and slept for about 12 hours. And I am still tired. This makes me nervous. Very nervous.
When we fly to Turkey we are leaving at the ass-crack of dawn on the 17th… and I think we are arriving to Ankara Turkey on the 19th. Whoa!
I am going to focus on something positive. Like our going away party. It was a blast. We had such a good time, there was great food, great people, great music…What more could you need?

The answer would be a Belly Dancer

(Ironically, but not surprisingly, she was Mexican, not Turkish)

Wheeee!

I still can’t believe that it is actually happening. It will all become more real after I buy my plane tickets. And sell my car. Does anyone want a Dodge Stratus? Please? I keep remembering when I went to Europe the first time with my cousin. I was going to Spain and was so excited. Except I kept throwing up. I was so afraid I was not going to be able to go, and then my college roommate at the time told me I probably wasn’t sick, just nervous. I was so nervous about my exciting trip that I threw up for 2 days. Thank goodness it stopped by the time I got on the plane. The lesson I have learned is to breathe….and not throw up.