This is it!

I didn't sleep much last night (too much excitement) but I'm all packed. The total weight of all my things for the next three months scares me. I've already cut a few clothing items (but not the books).

It’s hard to define how I feel. I’ve been waiting and preparing for this moment for so long. I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. I’m not overly nervous, but there are so many details to think about. It’s dizzying. And I dread that last moment in Montreal. It’ll be so really, really tough to say goodbye to my loved ones at the airport. The marvellous thing about going away for three months is this intense realization of how much I care about them, how lucky I am to have them in my life. I tend to forget easily. I need to remember that I forget easily.

Anyway, I’m not sure when I’ll be able to post again. I’ll be phoning home every day with tears in my eyes. Still I’m so thrilled and really anxious to start, to feel the road. If new points don’t show up on Google Maps next Monday, or worse, if they look as I’m going in the wrong direction, do worry and send the rescue team.