I picked up my tickets for the trip yesterday. It was kind of exciting to see tickets for 20 flights print up. I'm going to be flying a lot. Something like 36,000 miles.
Life feels a bit strange. I've got a slight sense of liberation that comes from having to sacrifice one set of desires for another. That is, I wanted certain things in Los Angeles and because of this choice to give up my job, my home, and many of my possessions, I can no longer have certain things. Not now at least. Knowing that I can't have what I desire seemed to relieve some of the pressure of trying to obtain it.
Fatigue is already getting to me. I may be stressing too much over handling my move but I just want everything squared away in California before I take off. I don't want to have to worry about burdening people. Being as independent as I am, it gets to me to have to ask people for help. Most of us are willing to give each other a hand but honestly, we'd be just as happy using our time, energy, storage space, etc. for ourselves, right? It's not selfishness, it's just comfort.
Yeah, I don't know what I'm saying anymore either.