Can’t sleep. It’s 4:51 am and I’ve been tossing and turning and rolling on a rough sea. Right now, at this moment, I’m feeling travel worn. A little wear and tear. I’m tired of airports and lugging suitcases and unfamiliar faces. It’s all so very exciting but packed into this relatively short time frame feels overwhelming. I haven’t done much traveling around france, but so far I’ve visited italy, hungary, denmark, and norway. I want to stay still for a moment. I want to see a familiar place with familiar faces and comforting smells and walls that feel like family. I’ve always thought I was restless and made for drifting, but right now, at 4:56 am in France, sleeping in a foreign bed, I want to be home.