Friday the 20th was my last day at work. Today I packed the truck and left the house I was leasing for the last time.  

Jobless and Homeless. It hasn’t sunk in yet. I was expecting more of…something. Excitement?  Fear?  Instead I’m irritated.

I’m driving to woodland hills in Los Angeles from the Central Valley, a five hour drive that hasn’t gone well: I lost two boxes. They obviously weren’t tied down well enough. 

Right now I’m sitting in a restaurant at the base of the grapevine trying to remember what those two boxes had in them.  Ugh.  I went back to where they were lost, but it was impossible to find much.  Dodging cars on I-5 was too dangerous. 

Not a great start to a Trip Of A Lifetime. 

14 days and counting.