good morning, baltimore

well, in forty eight hours i'll be on a Greyhound bus, headed to Baltimore.
this may be the best eight days of my life.

for the last few weeks of work, all i've been able to talk about is this trip and how excited i am to get out of this town. i still am really excited, but the closer it gets, the more i realize i'm going to miss work and those kids a lot. i can't imagine how much i'm going to miss out on...it scares me.
i feel like i'm needed there and i'm going to bail on them when they need me the most. i hate that. i've always hated that. but, at the same time, i think that if i didn't take a vacation, i'd probably die or something. i'm just getting so worn out, burn out, don't care.

anyway, i didn't realize that Baltimore was the home of Billie Holiday. i freaking love her and have decided that one of my goals is to find some serious good jazz music in the city. also, i can't wait to see the Harbor, and go shopping at the farmer's market, and see all the history of that city. i'm also gonna head over to Ace of Cakes and get my sister a t-shirt...because i've been threatened with death if i do not. haha. and i think we are going to Washington DC for a day or two.

man...it's going to be the best week of my life! adventure, here i come!