the bay in ilwaco/longbeach
Well I guess the trip has started. 18 hours up the coast to a small fishing town named Ilwaco, Washington. The uncertainty of what I am about to undertake has finally set in. For the last few weeks I have been so focused on the logistics of the trip and on my job that there has been no room for emotion and doubt, but now on the road it has hit me like a piano falling from a skyscraper onto my chest. I keep going over the budget in my head like some kind of Rain Man. The worst part is I can’t help but thinking I am going to end up with my car blown up; no money and sleeping in a homeless shelter for the next year as I try to hitch hike my way back to an apartment that I will have been evicted from, and a job that wont take me back because they think that I am crazy. Well good luck to me I guess. Damn, 18 hours of this kind of self doubt and forced sleep depravation is going to be hell.
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