Who needs Hertz when you've got friends with hippy buses?!

It's 10.30pm and the house is nearly empty! Most of my stuff is packed into an old Mercedes house bus belonging to a friend. Basil is anxious and so am I. I've just said a sad goodbye to one of my closest friends, my neighbour, Matej. Hard to believe we just shared our last bottle of red wine in my kitchen. Suddenly, I feel sad about leaving my friends behind. what am I doing? What awaits me there, apart from quiet nights in alone with the cat and no TV, and, for the forseeable future, no internet. I know from experience, how easy it is to cling to the old, familiar things before embarking into the unknown; suddenly there is good to be found in all those places and situations that seemed before to be undesirable. Fear and doubt drives us to cling to what we don't really want. When I was packing, I found a note an Argentinian woman had written me about 10 years ago when I was there, traveling around. It seemed very appropriate, at the time she gave it to me, and also,the other day when I rediscovered it. I can't remember the exact words now, and can't check because it is packed in a box - something like 'every yesterday is a memory, every tomorrow a future. Make every memory one of happiness, and every tomorrow one of hope' In 12 hours, we will be on our way to a bright future, where each sunrise over the orchard never fails to fill me with wonder and hope....