I woke up this morning and my first thought (after thinking I just wanted to sleep for about 10 more hours) was - Goddamn. There has got to be nothing worse than feeling hungover, jetlagged, and lovesick all at once.
But then I thought about it... and those are all signs of some pretty good stuff happening in my life... I had a wonderful time last night at a random apartment in Paris, I am traveling, which will always be my true passion, and there's someone back home worth missing.
I missed you, France!