The night before heading out on an adventure is always the hardest, at least for me.
Sleep is ever elusive, brain is running, did i remember everything, am I bringing to much, what if this happens, what if that goes wrong, am i doing the right thing, this is going to be so cool, I have to go here and go there...
Restlessness I believe its called. Or butterflies.
But I know everything is prepared, and tomorrow I'll be writing you from Guatemala with a smile.
If only I could sleep...
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