I find leaving home so hard. Even if, as in this case, the adventure is one that I have looked forward to. I have this sinking feeling, this fear of something unknown, unsaid – of perhaps liking being away too much. And this difficulty manifests itself in the fuss I make over packing, of readying the house for my departure. It is too much, I need to learn spontaneity. To travel light. I will travel light. Now. Today. See if I can.