Well, it’s late July. Not sure exactly how time travels so quickly but if we could monetize that speed none of us would need to work ever again. In this short time, I realized a few things. First, I kinda sorta needed a job. Second, a shower and haircut were imminent. And third, I was BACK. But what was this strange new world, (North) America? Whatever it was, it was very welcoming. In case you haven’t already seen the video, here it is.
For the first few weeks, it was a surreal and very glossy view. Nothing seemed to fit reality. Half of my heart and mind sat here at home while the other sat wondering why his twin had left him in South America. So many incredible memories still do sit down there. In between jagged peaks and flowing valleys and rushing rivers. I don’t think I was struggling to come to grips with the realities back home because I was afraid of anything, I was actually excited to start work again.
No, there’s something else. There’s something about a place that can have such a big impact on who you are and become. I lived among 6 countries in South America and the Caribbean for 5 months. I spent 248 hours in some form of transportation. I visited 27 cities, towns, and villages. Over 200 miles of hiking trails, roadsides, and city streets were crept across by tired feet. I took nearly 10,000 pictures and videos. But does any of this mean anything?
This was always an interesting question I tried to answer, what happens after the trip? I’m still not quite sure how to answer it, but I think I’ve come along a bit further than where my thoughts were on April 9th. More than ever, it’s about people and how I decide to interact. Making the most of every moment. Appreciating EVERYTHING you have. Because you never know when you might drop everything and search for 5 months for those very things you missed so much right under your nose. It’s about spending life with the people and things that mean more to you than anything else. It’s a cliche, but for a good reason. I knew the cliche before. Now I feel it.
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So very true my friend. Travel gives us the time to sift through the noise in our minds. I’ve learned that as time continues to pass on by and memories fade that experience will never leave you. It’s part of who you are now and how you see yourself, your loved ones, and the world has changed.