Fast it is.
Returning to the world of cars, and coffee cups, and massive amounts of people.
Culture shock? Not at first. I get to my aunt’s house and don’t leave for 3 and a half days. I’m just inside lurking. Sleeping in. Figuring out what a kitchen is again.
It’s a marvel that I can use more than one pot. Cooking does not have to involve boiling water. There are so many utensils!!!
My aunt asked me what I wanted to do first.
‘Watch Brave!!!’ I say with great enthusiasm. I tried to watch the movie four different times during the journey. Since I saw an ad at the Subway in Independence, California. Four times! Foiled at each. The last time I managed to be at the theater, but the movie time was misprinted in the paper.
‘Ok universe! I get it. I have to finish hiking first.’
So I did.
Laughing, my aunt rents the movie for me.
And I get to watch my movie with a redheaded heroine.
Day four, my cousins and I are dragged outside to go for a walk around a lake.
I am happy to report that I survived.
Time keeps rolling.
I roll with it. In a kind of daze.
Where do I fit in this fast moving world?
I visit Seattle. First thing I do: caffeinate.
It’s good to be back.
Traveling in a rideshare, I ask to use a phone and three cell phones are instantly pulled out of pockets and offered to me.
It’s a fancy world we live in.
I wander down to the Seattle Center and am just another person in the mass. I’ve accomplished something great. And in all these people. No one knows. I am anonymous.
Everyone is the protagonist in their own story.
It’s a little overwhelming to think about how many stories are going on right now.
I went on a great journey. A life changing journey.
Yet, I have no more answers.
I didn’t figure out my life on this trek.
I just figured out how to be.
Present. Open to opportunities. Unrelenting to peer pressure. Assertive to my needs.
When you live life at the basic level. Transforming from hiker to hobo every time you step off the trail. Perspective is changed. Perspective is opened up.
I can’t describe it. You have to stick out your thumb on the side of the highway to understand.
Open yourself to accepting kindness from strangers.
In the process, stories are shared, connections are made, lives are touched- both by those who help and those who receive.
I went on a journey. Point A to Point B. Mexico to Canada.
I hiked 2660 miles. Too stubborn to quit. Never had a good enough reason to quit.
Pushed myself to every extreme.
Met amazing people along the way.
In the end. It wasn’t about the miles, but what happened between the miles.
One journey ends, another will begin.
In the transition, I try to figure out how to keep what I gained.