Next Friday...

...I will be on my way to Paris.

I've talked about going to Paris for breakfast and flying home for as long as I can remember. I've always said that tomorrow could be the day and I wanted to be ready for it. When it actually came around, though, I found myself waffling. Actually freaked out is a better description. Could I really do this? Could I really go to Paris for breakfast and go home?

Heck yeah! I could!

When the pieces started falling into place, I admitted to myself that I couldn't stay at home and be okay with that. This was something I had wanted to do, I talked about doing, and now had the opportunity to do. How could I not?

I booked a flight. Didn't tell anyone right away. Didn't want anyone to know.

Tomorrow, I have things I need to go get like a Paris book. I've been reading my French phrase book and listening to the French language audio that I have. I suppose I'll be able to say good morning and good bye and thank you and please. With that and a smile, I'm good to go.