The realization of what's going to happen is starting to hit me: I have no plan. No plan whatsoever.
This happens mainly because I don't know how it'll be like. Don't get me wrong: I'm pumped. But how will the atmosphere be like, not having anyone to rely on, besides myself? I've never travelled all on my own, staying in places I don't know. It's slightly despairing. I'm not sure I like not having a plan, but then again, having a plan led me to this situation in the first place.
I've managed to sell most of my earthly possesions, including my car (which I'll miss dearly as I live so f***ing far away from anything in this city - but not for long). Just one major job still left, besides my side projects; I hope to get them all done before I go. Not like I have a choice - it's do or die time.
I have been quite occupied for a while now, trying to get these things done. So that's an improvement. I'm also slowly changing my own life, taking control over things, practicing more XCM and trying to remember to walk more as it'll be imperative I do so when I travel. My mind is full of ideas and I have to try and get myself to focus on important things right now. Not an easy task, but something to keep me busy until the 5th of March.
Many hours are spent thinking or just trying to sleep without having any nightmares (no sucess so far), but I guess I'm getting the hang of it - or at least learning to deal with it better.
39 days left. Not much. But, f*** it. I'm awesome.
"The chances of finding out what's really going on in the universe are so remote, the only thing to do is hang the sense of it and keep yourself occupied" ~ Slartibartfast