The Night Before...

It's the night before the big flight and I'm anxious. Anxious mostly out of excitement. I've gotten over, or at least put from my mind, most of my fears about the move... Now I'm just afraid I won't be able to fall asleep because I'm tired. I'm also not looking forwards to saying goodbye to mom... It's going to be really hard tomorrow morning, trying to express so much with such few words. I know I'll see her again in a month or so, but the trip tomorrow seems so final. After the five weeks of being back with her during the summer, it's back to Washington for a whole year and possibly longer. It will be the longest time I've ever been away from her. I'm really not looking forwards to it.

My brother Freddy is a real inspiration to me right now. He was about my age when he said goodbye to mom. When we all moved out to Utah, he was almost exactly as old as I am now. I'm sure it was really hard for him to loose his whole family in just one night. At least it will be easier for me seeing as I'm not leaving behind all my family. Still, I love my mom, more than she knows. I've always related to her better than to dad, which is weird because sometimes she drives me crazy with the way she torments me. I've promised to keep in contact via e-mail, phone, or text at least three to four times a week, and I intend to keep that promise; I don't really see the point in not keeping it.

Alas, the wispy tendrils of sleep beckon, and when such strong albeit slippery bonds pull you down into the dark waters of unconscious, there is but one thing for you to do; let go the firm grasp on reality and allow yourself to be dragged to the bottom of your deepest dreams. So here I go... Wish me luck on the precarious voyage that is sleep, and may God grant me good fortune on the slightly less precarious voyage that is the airplane flight to Seattle... Oh but a joy past joy calls out on me, it were a grief, so brief, to part with thee; farewell.