I’m sitting at the airport with my mom and sister; my flight leaves in an hour. I’m really bad at goodbyes— just said goodbye to the boyfriend, and I seem to have inherited the family trait of sobbing when I say goodbye. It’s awesome.

But I’m about to head out, and I’m excited. Once I’m traveling it all seems to fall into place. (Which will be good, because my stress levels build when I wait and wait…)

I’ll be in Taiwan by morning.