It’s almost midnight and I am sitting on my little couch in an almost emptied room. I still think I am bringing too much, but I don’t want to leave anything behind. The biggest difference from my last trips is all the communications equipment I have. Little laptop, cell phone, iPod. All three not necessary but also helpful in a way I don’t want to give up. I wasn’t going to take a cell phone and personally don’t think its necessary. But it will be very useful while trying to both buy and sell a car which I will be doing the beginning and the end of my trip. It’s not too much extra weight to carry to ease that process. I have been wavering a lot on the iPod too. I am not even sure I will be able to charge it, though I know New Zealanders have technology too and I could figure that one out there. I am mainly bringing it to listen to Ajahn Brahm podcasts about Buddhism and other assorted speaker talks that may help soothe the lonely hours. Mental health is important. I also am envisioning plugging it into a cassette player with my cassette adapter (also bringing that!) and blasting some good tunes while driving down gorgeous backcountry roads. Eh, the possibility of that is worth a few extra cords and junk to carry.
I have been very nervous, excited, mind-racing, stomach-turning, palms sweating all day. I don’t think I truly believed this whole time that I would actually do this. Sort of like a plan you always talk about doing but don’t really think you will ever do. Well, here it is. I have thrown my hat over the fence. Time to go retrieve it. Don’t know where that parable comes from, but I keep thinking about it. I got the ticket on a whim, without thinking about it too deeply so that I would then be forced to plan and organize for the trip. There _is_ turning back now, but how stupid would that be? Sounds amazing. Now I just have to show up to the airport and sit around for 27 hours while I am ferried across the world. Not so hard, right?
Here it is, my life in bags for the next 77 days: