Time stamp: 5:19 a.m.

I’m an insomniac on a good day. My mind is constantly racing about the previous day’s events, or what might happen in days to come. (Or, I might be perseverating on something that happened 5 months ago, or what might happen 5 years from now...you catch my drift?) Add to this the fact that I have 3 weeks to do 3774948494 things...and you have the recipe for an all-nighter...and not the fun, college kind, either. The question I’ve been asked most about this ‘little’ trip of ours is “how are you going to pack for all that?!” The short answer is: I don’t know! Since we’re basically chasing summer, I’m planning on throwing (rolling) a bunch of sundresses in a bag and hoping for the best. Packing clothes for the trip is actually the easiest part. The other stuff? A little trickier. Like, what actually IS 3 ounces? Do the Greek islands have drug stores? Will I be able to pick up my favorite eyeliner in Singapore if (gasp!) I run out?! All of these musings have been Google-worthy...albeit grossly first-world and cringey, I’m aware. Figuring out banking/cell phone/doctors appointments/job/car/seeing friends and family/storing my LIFE away for 6 months is proving to be somewhat difficult, too. As I’ve said--the to-do lists are long; the done lists, short. When you’re traveling with someone who’s used to living out of A suitcase, it compounds things as well. All of these things, though, are good “problems” to have--I know. I just keep thinking about finally sipping on a pint of Guinness in my happy place to kick the journey off...after all, as the Irish say, “a good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything” ... Now, if I could just get some sleep...💤