Back home and writing...

It is 6:30am. This always happens. I fly from Boston to California in the weee hours of the morning. Find a beach, fall asleep to the sounds of the Pacific and get a sunburn (so worth it)
As I spend my first day back home, my brain struggles with time zones.
My body knows it's three hours later, but my mind is racing, so happy to be home.

I try to go to sleep early, my eyes are drooping, but it doesn't happen. I'm already a west coast girl again.

Then I start to awaken, my first time waking up in Southern California in two years. I can feel it. I want to walk, I want to explore... I look at the clock, it's 3:37, I want to go back to sleep.
For three hours, I try to decide what to do. Should I get up? Should I try to sleep some more?

I get up, have coffee, start to load the pictures from the day before. I start to get tired, so I try to sleep a little longer. My mind won't stop racing, I am home again. So much to see, so many people I want to say Hi to.

I think I will try to sleep just a little longer...