i listened to music.
just no sleep.
i remember feeling nervous. excited. buzzed. tired.
so happy to be somewhere other than home.
the first ten days of the trip i accompanied my dad and his co-workers on a brewery tour through three european countries (they work for an alcohol and wine distribution company in san francisco). i scribbled into my journal constantly, furiously, one minute happy, the next uncomfortable.
who was i?
what was i doing?
could i do what i was doing?
was i crazy?
ten days ticked by. i drank a lot of beer. laughed a lot. worried a lot. talked a lot. bonded with 40 year olds. prepared my mind for what was to come. took not enough photographs.
and then into york (england) after the world’s shortest stop at king’s cross station in london.
i was alone.
warm with anxiety and sluggish from lack of sleep. on a ferry to dublin and the bigscaryunknown.
we can pick up there another time.
how are you today?