SWEET. I just sold my car, severing my last real anchor to Chicago. From this point on, I'm gone.
I'm spending what will probably be my last night for a long time in a proper bed, and taking off on this trip tomorrow morning. I'm not as exited as you'd think; I've been going over this in my head and staring at maps for so long that this almost doesn't feel special to me.
Maybe it will in a few weeks.