It’s early in the morning and I have a pit in my stomach. This isn’t saying much though, because this pit comes whether I’m traveling to Georgia or LA. It’s just my thing.
But either way, it should be said that I am traveling to Georgia. Again. Back and forth and back and forth. (Taryn, you get it.)
My bags are packed just in time (don’t ask me when I finished) and I am leaving for the airport soon. There will be tears. This is becoming somewhat inevitable no matter where I’m leaving. But by tonight, I will be in a new mindset and new light. Happy as a clam to be reunited with my Savannah family.