I’m learning the limitations of my new luggage. Last night I was too excited to sleep. Maybe it was the moon, but I have three more nights before I leave. Isn’t there something I’m forgetting? I’ve been reading The American Woman in the Chinese Hat and filling my head with dreams and clouds and fog and absolutely nothing that is based in reality or logic. This is what my mind and brain are meant for. I feel whole, that or split in two.