I have 9 days left on this adventure and the realization of the end is slowly creeping in.
I’ve lived life on the road, sea, and out of a small bag for the last 8 months, but I haven’t had the feeling that I’m away from home. I’ve been at one of my many homes, the one on the road, and that home will always be there.
For now, however, I’m ready to go to my other homes. Home to the US, where my family and a big part of my identity live. Home to Texas where I grew up and where I’ll watch one of my best friends get married. Home to San Francisco, where my heart, soul, and many friends are.
I don’t have the feeling that I want to go home, I have the feeling that I’m ready for an end to this adventure and a start to the next.