Almost there, I hear every tick of the second hand.

We leave the States in less than three weeks. I have everything packed and I’ve been living off limited clothing and supplies for almost a month now to get used to my lifestyle on the road. My list includes my macbook, cell phone, PSP, two books, SLR, 10 t-shirts, 5 short or long sleeved collared shirts, 1 suit for a wedding, 2 pair of shoes, 1 pair of scandals, 2 pair of jeans, 2 pair of khakis, 1 pair of cargo pants, a belt, 3 sweaters for the winter, 5 pair of socks, 10 boxers and a hat. It all fits in Hayley’s old Canadian camping backpack and I’m itching to use it, not just because it hasn’t been washed in ten years.

I’ve sold beds, tables, desks, consumer electronics, hotel soap bars, video games and televisions at multiple garage sales, on craigslist and on ebay. The rest will be stuffed into Hayley’s old bedroom. We’re driving my Impreza up the California coast to the bay in two days, who we’ll spend the week with. I’ll meet up with friends, family, play golf while I still have a set to use, watch movies, enjoy life. Then we fly back to San Diego for one last week of work.

I’ve been feeding my obsessive surfing habit to get it out of my system, but I think it’s having the opposite effect. I’ve paddled out even in the weakest of surf and my obsession seems to be getting more and more unhealthy. The flight to London will end that, I hope. Surfing in Cape Town might bring it back, I think. And Australia, well, that will probably bring it back in full form, I’m sure.

Tags: california, moving