for the past few nights i have been waking up at 230/330am with my mind flicked on like every lightbulb in newyorkcity.
this NEVER happens because i am a log sleeper, so i have been excited, thankful, and productive.
since i had such a productive morning, i took myself out for breakfast at cameron's.
i cried at breakfast. not like sobbing, just a quiet tear up.
maybe it was the extra egg my waitress gave me. or my brother's first phone call from germany to me, minutes earlier. or my current emotional state due to the fact that i am leaving america indefinitely. or my inability to sleep past 330am.
but probably, it was the extra egg my waitress gave me.