The Next Leg

We've already had so much adventure and yet, these days, we find ourselves chuckling as we shake our heads. Now the adventure begins. I feel we're finding ourselves on a new leg of our adventure. How silly of me to think the adventure was over once we got off the plane and into a rusty pickup. The thing with this type of an adventure we've been on is that it's not up to us when it's over. To keep a calm and steady mind these days, we remind ourselves of the days when we didn't quite know where we were going to camp that night. At those points, we rarely knew what state we'd be in by noon the next day, let alone where we'd land in two weeks. And a month? We rarely could wrap our mind around thinking concretely that far ahead.
It's interesting the things I find myself worrying about these days. It used to be storms, engine failure, or running out of drinking water that got me stressed. Lately I've found my abundant collection of shoes, specifically heels get me stressed out. This is the leg of the journey we've been training for. We've lived in a tent and out of a backpack so you'd think we can most certainly manage in a bus or a room in someone else's house.

     We've been home for a little over a month now and are savoring the time with our friends and families these days. For Christmas, we unofficially gave ourselves the gift of time. Time to sink back in to our community, take in everything we've experienced, tell a story or two (or three or four). We'll be spending the coming days combing through our notebooks and watching footage. So have no fear my friends. We're still around. We've just gone into a bit of a social media hibernation and will be back as soon as we can, with pictures, stories, and footage to share.