Obviously, I didn't blog anything further about my preparations, and that's because they weren't very interesting. I decided to abandon this journal until I was actually on the road, WHICH I AM! Literally, actually, I'm on a Greyhound bus as I write.
I left Vancouver yesterday afternoon, and my first incident happened at customs. I guess I seemed nervous, plus I probably said too much ("yes, I quit my job 3 weeks ago, no I don't have a return ticket, yes, I'm going to San Francisco to meet this guy from Australia, whom I have never seen in person before..."), so the woman interviewing me asked me tons of questions, but ultimately believed that I wasn't a drug smuggler or a terrorist, and on I went.
In Seattle, I missed my connecting bus because they were making the loading last call as I was exiting the previous bus and so I didn't hear it. I had a moment of panic, as I'm prone to do, but fortunately I was blessed with the presence of a lovely gentleman named Sean, who also missed the bus and who reminded me it was ok, and we got our tickets reissued for later that night.
My original route was directly south from Vancouver to San Francisco, but my new route goes through Idaho, Utah and Nevada before heading west again to California. We are driving through Idaho now, and it is so pretty and green! I saw a pasture with a few dozen sheep, all black, except for one white one.
I packed half a pound of cold roast beef and half a pound of smoked salmon, but I have had absolutely no appetite, and they are still sitting in my bag. I'm not sure if that's because of nerves, or because of sitting still for so many hours, but for now I am just going to listen to my body, stay hydrated, and wait for my appetite to return.