So there was one week until our trip but that was yesterday, I’m packing up hopefully the rest of my personal belongings today and moving the rest of the big stuff. That includes my bed and kitchen table, I always seem to forget about the fact that I have another in my 1971 Vw bus! I’ll be staying in that for this week. I’m finding my self questioning the trip, the lack of plans other than south and I have been thinking: what in the heck am I doing. From some perspectives it seems utterly crazy and from my perspective it just seems so reasonable, and so needed. The daily grind has taken a toll on me. My mind feels like it an endless circle of work and entertainment. My life needs to be fun and exciting to help avoid the void I feel from working a job where my brain is no longer learning and the high stresses at work is wearing as well. So I think that this trip and restart on so many levels is the right choice.