*I am finally sitting down, after more than a month away from the trail, to finish my blog. I'm not sure why these last few days have been the hardest for me to get down in writing. Perhaps not finishing the blog was a way to not really end the trail. But more than that, I think once I finished walking, I was finished. I didn't really want to reflect. People kept asking me how it was, and I found that for some reason, there wasn't much for me to say. Yes, it changed my life. But how can you explain that in conversation? Everything after the trail was the same, the places I went back to, the people I saw; it was the same, but I was different. Or was I? I wasn't as different as I had wanted to be. I was still stuck in the same life, except now without a job or a place to live.
I bounced around for a few weeks after the trail, spending more time in the Pacific Northwest, visiting my family in New Mexico, staying with friends here and there in Minnesota, feeling like I had been caught up in a tornado, dizzy and reeling.
Now, the day before my 29th birthday, I find myself drawn back to the blog to try and put an end cap on my journey. So much time has passed that I probably won't be able to be as detailed as I had been, but it's the ending that matters. Thanking the people who helped me along the way. Creating a proper end.
So, here it is. The last of my wanderings.
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