It’s one o’clock Thursday morning, but I don’t have to go to work tomorrow, so what’s the point in going to bed? So I read John’s latest entry, and it got me thinking. You come up with an idea, and it captures your imagination. I worked towards my goal for about two years also (even though I lost sight of it for awhile), saving, reading, planning. But as my departure date approaches, it seems unreal. I seem to have adjusted quite well to having no job, although I’ve been incredibly busy this past week. I guess I’ve handled it by staying busy organizing and getting gear. I can’t actually comprehend the trip itself, though. What will I do when I finally get to New Zealand? Will I finally be able to relax? Will reality finally catch up with me?