Flying.

Tomorrow morning, early, I leave for New Mexico.
I'm flying down to see Ellie and her family, who go there for the summer every year since I can remember, except 1. I'm flying with her grandpa, Phillip, affectionately known as Gaga.  How exactly am I supposed to leave "around six"? I barely can get up at 8! I suppose that since I'll be so excited it shan't be difficult, but I still worry.
I hope to update on the trip once I get there, but NO PROMISES.

"The course of true love never did run smooth."
-A Midsummers Night Dream