It’s unbelievable to me, but by the time this post publishes, I will be back in the United States and starting the 3-week-long cross country road trip that will get me home. I’ll have spent my final night in a foreign hotel in Auckland, NZ, and truthfully, it’s surreal. I clearly remember my first night of the Journey in Turkey, finding it unimaginable, frightening and more than a bit exciting that this was the first night of 7 months of nights without a home. And now, it’s my last night spent overseas. And again – it feels unimaginable, frightening and more than a bit exciting.
Still, if this trip has taught me anything – and good god, it’s taught me so much – it’s to embrace “the unknown” because it will soon be “the known” and look pretty damn good – if you strive for it to be so. Good thing, considering my entire post-trip existence pretty much defines “the unknown.”
Now, with most of the Journey in my past, I cannot imagine myself or my future without its experiences informing me. This trip runs through me now, and I am so much the better for having taken it.
And now, it’s time to see my own country, to fulfill another must-do: the great American road trip. It’s the final 3 weeks. America, I’m coming home.