God. Why did Nick have to put that timer up on the site? I was having such a nice time imagining that this trip was still some crazy dream. Every time I look at that timer I realize it’s reality.
15 days 20 hours 31 minutes and 49 seconds until we go.
There’s so much left to do. We’ll get it all done, but the enormity of it is just staring me in the face. In five hours, Nick and I are both officially unemployed. I’m betting, however, that we’ll be working even harder these next two and a half weeks.
I’m picturing September 18th–the one moment that day that I can see clearly. We sail out, past the shipping lanes, in a route we’ve traveled before. All of us are still hungover from the night before, feeling awful and happy at the same time as we crack jokes and the California coast gets smaller and smaller behind us. And in a haze I’ll look back out to shore again and it’ll be gone. Just us and the ocean for a moment, until our next landfall. And that’s when I’ll know it’s really begun.
15 days 20 hours 21 minutes 32 seconds.