Gray morning.

As I write this, hail is bouncing off our apartment windows and the gutters look almost frozen. In less than three weeks we will be on the road with nothing but a tent, raingear, our ingenuity, and the kindness of strangers separating us from the elements.

The apartment is half in boxes, the walls are bare, and at the end of the week our valuables will be in storage. A week later, the rest of what we own will be sold or disposed of, and a week after that we'll be on the road with only forty pounds each. All of our belongings, distilled to forty pounds- it's a liberating thought- a little scary too. Looking at the stacks of boxes and the half packed apartment, it still feels like a long way off.