Last night, I went out with my friends Kevin and Sofia in Waukesha. On the way home, I was freaked out by the intense lightning storm that was exploding all around me like fireworks on the 4th of July. Lightning was everywhere, and the roads were soaked, but not one drop of rain hit my car.
After I got home, I was wide awake, so I decided to give photographing the lightning a try. It took about 30 minutes before I figured out what I was doing, but I did manage to get around 15 decent pictures. Any thoughts of not taking my camera because of the weight have now been dispelled.
This weekend I am going to my parents' future retirement home in northern Wisconsin for the first time. It should provide a relaxing atmosphere (as if I weren't relaxed enough already after quitting my job) for my last weekend before dealing with the chaotic adventure of world travel for an unspecified amount of time. After that, I'll have just a few more days to say my final goodbyes before leaving. I hope I am ready for this trip physically, mentally, and didn't-forget-anything-ally. Maybe I didn't take enough time off between quitting and starting my trip, but if I took longer, I think I still would be pondering the last-minute things I need to do at 1:00 AM every night the last week before leaving. I guess sometimes if you want to learn how to swim, you just have to jump in.