Narrative Essay of a trip to NEW YORK

It was March 13, 2003 and I could hardly sleep the night before with anticipation, I hadn't gone on a trip in two years and I was a little nervous. It would be the 1st time I would fly since September 11, 2001 and the whole thing made me uneasy. I double-checked what I packed, shook off the nervousness and began to get ready for bed. Falling asleep was the furthest thing from my mind but slowly as I thought of things to do I drifted into a deep sleep.
The very next morning I went to work and because my morning was packed with massages time passed with ease. I drove home from work bursting…