Conversation Piece

Hello Everyone! This is the first post of many in which I will attempt to chronicle and capture the ridiculousness of my upcoming adventure. Tomorrow morning I will step on to a series of planes which will take me from Seattle to San Francisco to Hong Kong, and finally to Ho Chi Minh City (yay cheap tickets with crazy layovers!). Today I got up and made my final additions to my backpack and made some last minute arrangements before gathering my things and heading to my parents' house in Issaquah. It was only when I had my back pack on after I locked the front door (mantown: count it!) and began to walk to my car that the reality of this whole situation really hit me. For the next two months, I won't be returning to my house and all I will have to survive with are my wits (cush: as I chuckle to myself) and the junk in my bag. "It's interesting because" for the past couple months my mental associations with this trip have mostly been to it's functionality as a conversation piece. I have talked about it so much, for so long, to so many people, that the trip had become just that to me: talk. In that moment though it became real. It will probably be hitting me several more times in bigger and awesomer ways as I go along; but for now, this adventure has now effectively removed its glove and daintily slapped me across the face in a challenge to a duel. Oh, it's on now.

More to come, stay posted...