Anticipation

Seven hours. I will wake up, stumble to the van, fall asleep on the way to Baltimore (or be annoyed because one of my brothers will fall asleep on me), get on a plane, fly to California. This time tomorrow, I'll be on the other side of the country. I hope I get a window seat, but knowing how these things usually end up, my brother will probably abuse his "privilege" as youngest child and somehow con my mom into making me give him the window seat. C'est la vie.
I'm ready for this.
First stop, San Francisco.