In ten days we will be back in the United States. Sixteen months ago we left on this undefined indefinite journey. Going “home” now feels as surreal as when we left those long and short 16 months ago.
I had so many hopes for this trip. My dream of becoming a famous travel blogger with a get rich quick blog read by thousands did not come to fruition. It turns out you need to actually write blogs… The cookie cutter “top 10 things to see in ‘fill in the blank'” isn’t really my gig anyway.
Instead, we let the adventure take the lead. Whether hiking through cow shit in Ecuador, suffering altitude sickness while hiking in Peru, sleeping on the beach in Chile, saving turtles in Uruguay, swimming in the Brazilian Amazon, watching tango in Buenos Aires, or witnessing the magic of Patagonia, we have experienced more than we can process. There has been too much to even share with you. And the breadth and depth of my emotions are impossible to convey.
With this precious time away from the grind of daily work and material distractions, I hoped to find my “self”, my passion, my next story. But I struggled. It was not obvious. Even with ample time and space. I feel I’m coming back with more questions than when I left.
Coming back to the land of plenty seems more than overwhelming. Our life now is contained in a backpack. It feels safe and normal. Known.
Just like 16 months ago, we are leaving the familiar. But now “home” is the unknown. The unfamiliar.
And so, our journey continues.