It Can't Be Over

It feels sort of incomplete. For months now I've known that I was approaching coming home, known that at some point I'd end my travels and get back into a life of stability, routine and working for actual money. Now that I'm here though, and already quasi-settled into this life, I can see how much of a journey I still have yet to travel.

I set out a year ago to change the world, but I come back having changed myself more than anything else. Being back in a familiar world, with an eerie sense of unfamiliarity, I can see more clearly how profound those changes really are. I can see too, just how much I'm continuing to change and somewhat unnervingly, how much more I need to.

Now that I've stopped moving, geographically at least, but certainly not emotionally, it seems as if this chapter of my life is complete, and perhaps also this chronicling of it should be. All things must come to an end I guess and I suppose a part of life is learning how to be ok with that. For so long though, this has been as much a part of my life as anything else. In fact, in some ways, it's been more a part of my life than anything else. Across 8 countries, 4 continents and 12 months, it's been about the only thing I've constantly had with me. I don't really know how to say good-bye. So for now, as long as it still feels like I have things to say, I won't.

The journey isn't over. It sort of feels like it's only just begun.

Location:Calgary, Canada