So, i'ts crazy-late at night and i'm sitting here, eye-deep in insomnia. My mind is reeling at the thought of leaving. It's not unlike mental vertigo, as my perspective skews and balks and the immediacy of my impending departure. Monday feels so close, and so far away all at once. I keep obsessing over the last-minute details and errands I have to get done, feeling overwhelmed by a laundry list of issues that need sorted before I leave. I'm so focused on worrying about these pre-departure plans that I've given precious little thought to what i'm going to do once i'm actually gone.

The short-term plan is to live with my friend Xavier in Lyon, FR until my travelin' parter Kati gets overseas to join me in mid-December. Beyond that rather shady outline I've really no idea what I want to do. Travel?, Work? - Certainly both of those things, though I can't really decide with what priority I want to DO them.

Eight months of working the bit mines of Intel have left a sour taste in my mouth, and taking it easy for a month or so sounds pretty good.

Conversely, if I'm to make a realistic, successfull go at making a life for myself while abroad, I should get serious and look for work right away.

-I'm torn between Responsibility and Fun. I'm sure I'll find some happy medium. Getting your foot out the door is always the hardest part of traveling. I'm hoping the usual trend contines and everything will resolve itself once I'm on the road. These late-night jitters aside - I'm way excited.