night before

you know how when you were a kid and falling asleep on christmas eve or before a disney trip was the most difficult thing in the world. you would just lie in bed thinking about how incredible the next day was going to be. you would think about what you would do right when you woke up, what you were going to wear, what the morning sun would look like, or all the fun and exciting things you wanted to do the next day. you would picture santa sneaking in, or standing face-to-face with cinderella, and sleep was the last thing on your mind.

somehow this manages to still happen to me. whether it's anticipating the trip home from college, or going to the beach for the first time in 2 months i still get way too excited and end up staring at my ceiling for two hours. my legs get all restless, no position in my twin bed seems to make my body happy, and my arms never fail to get in the way.

i had a pretty busy day. i should be tired. and i know when my phone rings in a few hours with my wake up call i will not be a happy camper. i think i'm just on some high ever since the car's tires rolled off the turnpike, bringing me home from school. there hasn't been a dull moment yet, and the excitement that comes with each day is keeping me awake; and for now i'm really ok with that.