Tomorrow morning, I will wake up in Europe. If I ever go to sleep that is. Whatever the mode of travel, I’ve never been able to sleep well while moving. My body has trouble disengaging from the motion, every lurch and bump seem to jolt me back away from the edge of slumber. My mind refuses to let go as well. Thoughts about where I am traveling to and from and what new experiences await when I arrive will not let me rest.
Perhaps tonight will be different. Perhaps I will somehow manage to contort my body into some kind of pseudo comfortable position on the plane and I’ll persuade my mind to let go of its swirling thoughts for a little while. Maybe I will be able to drift off into sleep just long enough so that I do not miss the first light of the sunrise striking the shores of what for me will be a New World.