8 hours and 20 minutes. Holy shit. So far today I've awoken from my last US sleeping spot, taken my last US shower, checked my email from the last US computer I'll have access to, and eaten the last breakfast I'll have on US soil for 2 months. And yet it all still seems completely surreal. I really have so little idea of what I'm in for that I can't even get nervous. I'm excited, but only about the fact that my plan actually came together. I'm actually leaving on this trip that I've been planning off and on for the last three years. 8 hours and 10 minutes. Time to go tidy up my car.