I went to work uncharacteristically early one day and fidgeted and fumbled about in an anxious sort of way while waiting for my shift to begin. My thoughts were a train wreck - a scrambled mess of this and that. The senselessness of the world, or at least my place in it, took hold of me. Once home, I scraped together some cash by any means possible then frantically loaded the Volkswagen with supplies while my ill-functioning mind raced out of control. The lonesome traveler was born and gunning it for the Canadian border for no particular reason.
Spontaneity assures people of unforgettable memories.
Ill-preparedness assures of obstacles. I'm not really sure. Hard to say. After some heartfelt convincing that I wasn't a lunatic, as well as the phone call made to my folks to vouch for my sanity, Canada opened its gracious arms to me. And off I went.