Today's the day I take off, although technically it's 1230 in the morning. I feel restless. My throat is bothering me, and I'm worried it could be strep throat again. I just finished getting it twice in a row, and I'm really ready to not be sick for a while. I would hate to be sick while traveling, especially solo.
I'm excited and not particularly nervous, although it hasn't sunk in that this is all real. It's hard to imagine myself in just a week on my own across the world with all my possessions on my back.
It's strange but gratifying to have cleared out my room and combed through my belongings. It still feels like home here even though I've moved my stuff because my art is all over the walls. It's 66° in San Francisco now. Indian summer is in full swing, and off I go to colder parts: first stop, New York City. Going to sleep with hope and a little prayer for my health and safety.