I’m glad I’ve had an opportunity to get some much needed shut-eye before any attempt at blogging. My condition earlier did not lend itself to any type of emotionally stable discourse. So, where to start? How about at the beginning?
“The waiting is the hardest part”—thank you, Tom Petty.
As I sit and type, the words from that Petty song swirl through my brain. Let me explain. Feel free to laugh if you want. Eventually you probably will. Right now, I just wanna go home.
After my sprint around Paris on Friday, I high-tailed it home for Vincent’s apartment. I went to bed around 10:00 p.m., figuring it would give me enough sleep for my 7:00 a.m. wake-up to get ready and catch a taxi to the airport. Continue reading