I’ve somehow managed to fill two of the three days the postal delay forced on me. A good chunk of the time has been spent organizing and cleaning Miranda. A super deep clean didn’t make sense to me last week, not when it would have to be done again in the spring. But now that I had three days to kill, why not?

The back bed is loaded with more bags that need to go out of the truck and my laundry basket, sitting on the desk, is coming, too. I have a similar staging area in the living room for kitchen things.

It looks like quite a lot, especially with what’s already in the truck, but I shouldn’t have any trouble fitting it all in. It’s rather like packing for an evacuation. What can I absolutely live without? I don’t need everything I’m bringing, obviously, and not everything I’m leaving behind can be replaced. This picture shows three things that I would miss and which are irreplaceable; my framed Egyptian papyrus, my soapstone mule, and my aquarium glass paperweight. But do they need to come to Mexico with me? Absolutely not.

I’ve made my peace with leaving for what will now be closer to seven rather than eight months, but still the better part of a year. What I come back to is what I come back to. It is just stuff even though this RV is the only real home I’ve ever had and I would be devastated if I came back to find it inhabitable. I always knew that this day would come. While I’m still reeling from the shock of it happening at 35 rather than 40, the day is here (or almost) and I am marching forward!

I am so excited about what lies ahead. The US portion of the trip down will be considerably shorter now and I have made the decision to tighten up the budget considerably in case next month’s cheque is late, too. But Zion National Park beacons and that is more than enough for right now. I should be there in ten days or so, maybe a little more if I get the work I want for this coming week. It will be a wonderful place to stretch my legs for a bit.

And then, Mexico… I am so mentally prepared to go that I’m not even nervous about the border crossing hoops anymore! I have my paperwork and the necessary funds and plenty of tips for the Nogales crossing. Come what may! I can already see myself at the restaurant in San Carlos Croft told me to visit on my first night, sipping a cold beer and eating fresh seafood, with a freshly stamped 180-day tourist visa and a shiny holographic sticker on my truck windshield proving its legal temporary import status. This is how real my adventure has become in my mind. I’ve been talking about it for many months, but it’s only in the last ten days or so that I’ve gone from disbelief that I am really doing this to this being an absolute inevitability.

I do wish I was in Billings or points south right now, especially since we’ve had a few warm nights that would have been perfect for sleeping in the truck. But it’s also nice to have had these last few quiet days at home to make sure it’s shut down properly and to enjoy the peaceful evenings listening to the mad band of coyotes out there in them hills. I know that this delay happened for a reason, whatever that reason is, but enough! I’m ready to roll out of here by noon Tuesday at the absolute latest!