Preparation

Planning and preparing, already, are the hardest part of this trip, or perhaps any trip for that matter. Despite the fact that I am intentionally directionless, there are quite a few logistical and technical matters that I must be entirely in control of before I depart. I am tired, but also these tasks imbue me (weirdly) with a in-understandable energy. A sort of energy in my exhaustion, an inertia in my disintegration. The countdown is 5 days. Friday morning I head out on a big bad bus for 5 hours, make my way to Chicago, and catch a flight that night to London. From London, I immediately make my way from 1 airport to the other and hop on a plane to Bratislava, Slovakia.

Last night we began the festivities of leaving. Josh and I threw a little goodbye party in the barn and backyard and I passed out after attempting to drink Chartreuse at 4:30 in the morning/spilling it all over myself [waking up with strangely shaped, crinkled shorts]; woke up at 1:30pm feeling like utter shit. Sorry, Eman, for disappearing into my house but I was clearly down and out. The party, however, was really fun. Mom and Harold hung out for a bit, various loads of people showed up, and everyone was merry. Thanks for coming.

Tonight, I embark upon the long journey of packing, I interrupt with a short bike ride (because the weather is unbeatable), and I go on a walk with Kevin.