I’ve set my departure date as Monday, August 16th. Monday, a scant four days from now. It rushes towards me at alarming speed. As you might expect, there have been some wrenches thrown in the works. The little Mazda truck that I bought? Yeah, that isn’t going to work out as my travel truck. A few small problems have come up that I simply don’t have time to deal with, and so now I try to find a purchaser for it. I have to decided to instead take the 4Runner on this journey, and have nearly gotten it squared away for the trip.
The dog is getting restless at mom’s house. He seems to sense that there is something ahead, and he is anxious to get started. So am I. I fill my days with all the small errands that I perceive as necessary. I sign up for a new bank account, I forward my mail, and get rid of as many bills as I can. I buy the last minute items for the trip, and try to get rid of the items I don’t need. I consolidate down to the minimum for travel so that I may have enough room to sleep in the runner. I go to the gym in an attempt to push the anxiety out of myself. I see friends for what may be the last time. I try to enjoy my last few days in Prescott.
Not much else to report. I sit on the cusp of this trip with very little idea of where I am going or why. I know simply that it is time to go.