The door

We are still here.

But not for long... Everything is finally packed. The candidates for the coveted places in the backpack have been selected after a tough competition. Many didn't make the cut and ended back in Lynnwood, and many more will not survive the journey all the way and will meet their demise in the garbage bins of shady hotel rooms.

We're cutting it close with the luggage weight limits. When in need, I will try the magic words: "we're travelling around the world..." Maybe this will soften a heart or two at the check in counter.

The plane leaves at 6am. It's 1:30 in the morning now. Do the math... I don't think we'll get to sleep at all tonight.

To be honest, we have no idea what we're getting ourselves into.