About- well actually exactly- a month ago, I chiseled out a rough budget to go by for this trip:

I’m afraid to fill in the left columns, especially since I’m generally unable to, with my complete lack of accounting. This day I still believe this budget to be viable, but there’s one glaring thing wrong with it: it enables me to save about half of the money I’m planning on. At this rate, I’ll be ready to pack up a clunker in about four years, keeping minimal tabs on my expenditures. This will simply not do.
But take a look at some of the notes. It is clear to me, and soon to be clear to you, that I’m really looking to control my money, and not vice versa. For instance, we’ll take the variable expense of cigarettes (variable only because I’m not 100% faithful in my control, especially when drinking is involved.) Cutting down to a half pack a day takes substantial effort for me. It means constantly looking at the clock to pace myself, and having what up until this point was completely compulsory become a fully conscious effort. Meaning, always on my mind; Transmutating an addiction into a dose.
These last two paragraphs represent two forces that are going to fight each other for as long as I want to maintain control. The very nature that has given birth to the wanting of whim and the unknown that characterize a road trip will always fight against the rigidness of planning and security. But ultimately, one needs the other. There cannot be a whim without security to sustain it. There cannot be a a dam of restriction without freedom of release.
It’s much easier to write about this equilibrium than it is to see its fulfillment. But I will now have these words to look back on, and a snapshot of my attempted mediation to remind me: this is not effortless for me. This will take time, testing, adjustment, realization, mutation, self-control…
This is the budget v.1.0, and it is in its infancy.

