The date for our departure is drawing nearer. Routes are being finalized, purchases are being made, and I am hurtling through the entire gamut of emotions. Am I really going to wave a cheery goodbye to Step Doug in New Jersey and then spend the next two months with little substantial human contact? Will I be consumed with loneliness? Or terrified navigating unknown roads and adventures entirely on my own and miles from home? Am I insane to quit my job and spend two months with no income, only outgo? Only to return to start my employment search from ground zero? Will I be bored from the long stretches of solo driving? Or overwhelmed by all the new experiences? I have been hesitant to tell too many people about my plans, partially for fear I’ll chicken out and look silly, and partially for fear they’ll think I’m crazy. Or shoot it down. But more than anything I am excited about this new chapter in my life. To go and see and experience so many things I have always dreamed of or only recently discovered. To fend for myself in the great outdoors. And to build some amazing memories with my best friend.