Today is the day, People.

Better known as D-Day, as in, depature-day.

I keep telling my self, self you can do this!

You know, trying to give a pep talk to : 1. not feel guilty. 2. not feel like a shit ass mother for leaving my son. 3. not to worry that all hell will break loose in my absence.

Per usual, I barely slept. I never do the night before a big trip. Hell, any trip for that matter. That’s what long plane rides are for.

However I will say this as far as the mom guilt thing goes:

I am excited. Let’s make that damn excited to leave. I need this. This trip, this time, this place.

This I know to be true and right, so really, I’m not worried.

Ciao.