When will this turn into the lucid dream I'm craving?

Tomorrow is it, the big day when I start the travels. Its odd because today there were times that I felt ecstatic about the whole thing, and then there is still this feeling that this isn't real. To be clearer, this was just a dream a year ago. Its so surreal to see how something that meant so much to me is actually unfolding, unlike the clothes packed tightly away in my suitcase.

My last sunset in Naples seemed to perfectly mirror all of my feelings of anticipation for the trip. It looked painted on the sky, nothing close to reality, and yet there it was, right in front of me. It seemed to beckon followers, as if it wanted to prove to them that the painted sky never ends, only moves.
And I'll be moving a LOT tomorrow, following the sun.

I'll be up at around six to drive to miami around 7. My plane leaves for L.A. at 11: 30, which will have me there at 2:30, giving me a painfully long five hour layover in LAX, but then its off to Auckland, after a 15 hour plane ride.

Well here it is: to the start of my trip, to flying into summer, to skipping February 18th, to doubling my money, to becoming legally drunk!!!