Hi world! 

I promised my friends, family, co-workers, and uncatagorizable aquaintences that I would blog my dive into the cloudy pool that is my future, so here I am. 

I’m assuming that most of the people reading this know me but, if you don’t, here’s the sitch: Last month I quit my job in Virginia and decided to move across the country to live with a group of my closest friends (aka sisters from other Misters) in Los Angeles. I wasn’t in love with my job or the life I was living and I felt that I needed the wide open road, a few random experiences, and a total overhaul of my environment to figure out where to focus the next year or two of my life.

I’d been hoping for a grant to come through from Roadtrip Nation to offset some of the costs of the trip. The requirements of the grant were that I videotape and/or blog my travels and that I interview at least 3 people who are living a life they love (since, you know, that’s the goal of this journey). As it’s past my intended trip start date and I’ve heard nary a word, I’m assuming that this grant isn’t going to be mine. That’s fine. 

Either way, I’m going to blog my travels and—for fun—I think I’ll do the interviews too!

Now the only problem is starting the trip: I meant to leave this morning, but my car hasn’t moved an inch. My father is asking me to stay a bit longer, my mother echoes his pleas, and my youngest sister and potential roadtrip partner-in-crime is questioning her desire to make the journey with me. None of this is made any easier by the fact that I am only just now packing and that I always get emotional when I decide to leave home for longer than a few weeks: you’d think I’d have gotten the hang of this by now!

My plan is to eat dinner, pack my clothes, and then take stock of the situation. Who knows? Maybe I’ll pack the car tonight and sneak out while the world is sleeping: this thing has to start sometime.

Until tomorrow,

S