I've lived in some funny places before, but I've never carried my home on my back. Everything I need to survive has been attached to me for the past 5 months. Yes, they are material possessions, but I have an intimate relationship with the few belongings I chose to bring along on this hike. We've traveled through so many emotions together and have seen some crazy sights. We fit together in an indescribable harmony. We share a special stench, too. I've cursed a piece of gear, later decorating it with honor. It reminds me of a parental relationship... Placing unjustified blame and resentment on a jacket in a rain storm, for example, then coming back with love and appreciation when the weather clears. I feel lost without my pack... Lost without you, too, Momma. You can find a lesson in any little thing, I suppose.
As I get closer to the end, I can feel some anxieties arise. I don't know where my home will be after this. I have some exciting plans, but it will be a vastly different lifestyle from what I've grown to love. As with the trail, I have no clue what the next day will bring.. one step in front of the other with complete faith that it will continue to awe and shock me. Just when I think it can't get any better, the betterness multiplies by 487. And that's a fact.
When I think about it, home is more of an attitude than a physical location. I hope to keep my childish wide eyes open and smile in knowing that there is plenty more in store. I'll be home soon babe, can't wait to build our very own castle.