In thirteen days I'll be on the west coast. There's so much planning that a person can do until life kicks in with surprises. So, I'm winging it. I was so scared and pessimistic within the last month, so much that I nearly forgot why I wanted to go in the first place. WTF. I'd often ask myself if this whole plan was crazy. Like a child, I was seeking some sort of reassurance or approval from someone. Anyone.