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And so The Planning can commence...

I was offered a job at a summer camp about 45 minutes from Seattle, WA, depending on my references checking out (there’s no reason why they shouldn’t). It’s pretty much perfect. I’ll be supervising staff, getting to spend time and get to know campers of a variety of ages, in a variety of programs. It’s been a few years since I supervised more than one person at a time, or worked with kids who were younger than middle school (my nanny toddlers right now don’t count), but I am excited to get back into it. While it’s not the job I most wanted, I procrastinated and put off applying too long, and that position was filled. (Secretly, I was scared that I might not get hired anywhere, so I was hesitant about even attempting. Self-fulfilling prophecy in action.) It is a job on the Leadership Team, which is where I wanted to be. After 17 years at summer camp, 7 as staff, I’m beyond being a general counselor. But, I’m not yet ready to be as separate from the campers as an Assistant Director is. So the position they offered me is the best of both worlds; I’ll be helping to make camp run smoothly, while at the same time having plenty of personal time with the campers, playing games, doing arts and crafts, singing songs. I am beyond excited to get back to spending my summer doing what I do best. Plus, it’s in Washington! Finally, a destination for my journey. Bonus, I’ve wanted to move to Seattle since I graduated college. I don’t know anything about it, yet, and I don’t know anyone who lives there. But, something about the place has been calling me for years now. And no, it’s not because I’m a Twihard (yes I am ashamed I know the phrase "Twihard"), or obsessed with Shades of Grey (although I did read all of those books; they made perfect beach reading on vacation in St. Thomas). And yes, I know that it rains a lot there. Those are pretty much the only things people from New England say when I tell them I want to move there. Luckily, on my last trip, I met plenty of people who had nothing but lovely things to say about the place.

Living at a camp nearby for the summer is a good introduction to Seattle, too. I don’t have to commit to a lease or a job and then discover that I don’t like the place. I’ll be able to go into the city on my weekends off, plus spend some time there before and after the camp season, so I can really make a better decision on whether it’s the place for me or not. I’ll also meet plenty of people from camp who live in the area; and since I’ll be at a Girl Scout camp, I’ll at least be able to volunteer with the organization, giving me something to do while I find a job. One of the problems that had been holding me back all these years was the whole unknown about it. I talk a big game about moving far away from New Hampshire, but every time I’ve seriously thought about it, I would get over-anxious about not knowing anybody, and not having a job. Not having something, anything, to connect to once I got out there. Now, at least I have some kind of safety net.

With a destination finally set, I can really start my road trip planning. I have a general itinerary in my head, but few definite details so far. J and I will take a week to drive down to South Carolina, staying with friends along the way. After he flies back home, I plan on driving as quickly as possible to San Diego, stopping off at a few places along the way. I want to spend most of trip though going up the Pacific Coast Highway. I have friends along the way, but the majority of my evenings will spent with my little orange tent.

Now that I have a general plan, it’s time to start figuring out the details. While I like to make a detailed plan, for my OCD self, I rarely ever actually follow it. With my last trip, I made a detailed itinerary of where I planned on visiting each day, and where I planned on sleeping that night, mostly for my father’s benefit. This time around, I think I’ll end up making an even more fluid plan, with only the drive from Richmond to San Diego thoroughly plotted out. The Pacific Coast and I will play it by ear.

Man, I just want to start driving right now!

Money schmoney

I have been craving a road trip for the longest time. Pretty much since my last one ended. But, going on a road trip at 26 is different from going at 23. When I was 23, even though it was only a little over 2 years ago, I was a different person. At least when it came to my financial awareness. I probably had about the same money then as I do now. But I cared so much less. ...

So what if I only have a few hundred dollars in my bank account? I can make that last me. I've got a few paychecks still coming in. I'm just camping out, I'm not staying in fancy hotels. I have a job when I come back. I still live at home. I don't need money to see great things on Route 66.

...

I guess the biggest difference between then and now is that I don't have a job waiting for me afterwards. And I'm not living at home, rent free. I'm now paying rent. Wherever I end up, whether it's in another part of the country or back in New Hampshire, I'm paying rent.

I worry about money constantly at the moment. Perhaps because right now I might be in some kind of debt to various parties. Maybe. And I just want to drive off. But I can't even let myself start planning  until I'm out of debt. Even though it's alllll I want to do. But until I have enough money, I continue to put my planning on old. But it's happening. The urge to just drive away from it all is strong, and it will eventually pull me through my fears of being homeless and penniless.

I have to stop worrying. I have to start making it happen. There are ways to travel cheaply. Live off granola bars. If this trip is anything like my last, the things I'll see and the people I'll meet will be nourishing enough; my car snacks and one regular meal a day will be more than enough actual food. Couch surfing. Last time around, I camped out almost every night, which wasn't too expensive, probably averaged $30 a night. I might try couch crashing more this time around. Setting up connections with people from high school and college who live across the country. Talk to friends about if they have family who wouldn't mind hosting a lovely lady like myself for a night. Try out the official couchsurfing website. Camping in more national parks rather than the KOA parks I did last time. Sure, they made me feel safer, but they were often like $20 more. I'll make sure I bring mace this time around. The biggest cost should be gas. And hopefully I'll have a new car that is a bit better on gas mileage and not take premium gas like my current vehicle does now. There's unfortunately not a lot I can do to change that one. The final major cost is the attractions. I did a pretty good job of finding plenty of enjoyment in free/cheap entertainment last time. I can still remember St. Louis being a very successful day for me. Free Bud tour, free zoo visit, free parking just by charging the parking guy's phone for a few minutes, free beautiful walking tour I took myself on of the city. An extremely enjoyable day in the city for only the cost of $5 parking and dinner. Success. It doesn't take a lot for me to find enjoyment in the little things. I'll make note of what one day, if I ever come into some money, I would want to come back and see. Until then, I'm happy with the free museums and parks and attractions.

See, I tell myself, there is really no reason to worry about the money. You went last time for 5 weeks with a little less than $3,000. And there were definitely cheaper choices you could have made. A hotel once a week? Psh, who needs it?!? 2-3 beers at dinner? Get a sampler and you'll be happier and get to try plenty. $3,000 is not a ridiculous amount to save up between. So what if you don't really have a social life between now and then. It'll be worth it in the end, you know it. You can do it!

So, I'm putting aside the worry. I'm putting aside the stress. I'm also putting aside the money.

West coast (and everything on the way), here I come!