It’s amazing how quickly time has passed from this November, when we first conceived our trip, to it’s official start: our last day in Los Angeles.

Despite the fact that we don’t yet have our plane tickets, our visas, half of our packing list… we’re off! Our last two weeks in LA were a bittersweet mix of rigorous packing and hanging out with friends for the last time. We sold all our furniture aside from a chair, a bed and a bench. We sold my motorcycle. We made the landlady cry. We did our taxes. Jeremy’s parents were kind enough to take in our Mustang, big screen and other bike. Our girl friend Dani took in our kitty. I feel the nervous pang of not having a home but I am over the moon that we are so close (3 weeks!) to flying off into the wild blue.

Here’s a little before, during, and after: