January 23, 2003
Like Jewish holidays, my trips always begin the night before. It is Erev Seattle, and I love the ritual as I love dipping apples in honey and lighting the menorah and spilling wine at a Seder. My kitchen table overflows with plants. My grown-up luggage is perfectly packed and standing by the door. My final checklist is a satisfying series of crossed out items. I have sent a final reminder to my clients, backed up my computer, changed my phone message, laid out my traveling clothes, said my last goodbyes. And in the morning, it will be no more sleeps.