Waking up at 6:30 in the morning is much easier when one has something to be excited about. It’s sort of like the grown up version of Christmas morning. And so, this morning, I was up and at ’em without so much as an espresso shot or can or Dr. Pepper. Packing up the 2 cars and 1 pick-up truck (courtesy of Tier, my own vehicle, and my girlfriend’s boyfriend letting her have his truck for the long weekend) took nary an hour and we were on the road after saying goodbye to the place I’ve called home for the last ten months. With the exception of gassing up once in North Carolina, we didn’t even stop for lunch (Red Bull does not count as lunch).

So, for the next two days, I’m chilling on a beach with my nearest and dearest. And a two-year-old (the girlfriend’s son). This life is kind of amazing, have you noticed?