NYD

I’d be lying if I said I jumped out of bed this morning. The alarm went off and the familiar feeling when you’ve only just started to get to sleep and it’s time to get up hit me. I jumped in the shower and then tiptoed around the apartment trying to clean up but make as little noise as possible. Texted Zsuzsa “Wakey Wakey,” then headed downstairs for a ciggie.

There I was all chuffed with my ability to back it up at the ripe old age of 24 while the younger ‘kids’ were all still sleeping…until I caught my reflection. I looked 40. The snap back wasn’t fooling anyone and the sins I’d been committing in the final days of 2014 had caught up with my face.

Fuck it. I was too excited to care. Not just excited for today but excited about the whole year. In exactly one month today I’ll be on a plane headed for South America. Zsuzsa stumbles out of her room holding her naked breasts as I reenter the apartment. “I’m awake, I’m awake…I’m having a shower but I’m awake”

I’m awake too. Let’s do this.