I woke up earlier than usual today. As I looked out my window to get a morning glimpse of the Verrazzano bridge, I remembered the feeling of leaving for vacation. The sky was a blue that reminded me of a soft washed out denim shirt that you never want to take off. The sun was not up yet, and the lights of the bridge reminded me that a new day was about to start. I could reminisce on that feeling of my suitcase packed and having a cup of coffee before my car…