The travel is wearing on me.
I am not complaining (much). This whole experience is wrapped up in the gift of my god mother’s memory for making it posible, and the stream of memories of connections made, re-made, made new by people I have visited.
Yet, my energy is slipping, and I find myself focused on the finish line. I am again, like ost of this trip, driven by the schedule. If I can do one more long push (620) miles, I can get home tomorrow night from tonight’s stop in Amarillo. The last 3 days have been 500+ miles days on average. There is a reason, as a week from tomorrow, I am off for Australia for a 2 week trip, and I’d like as much refresh time at home as possible.
i am stopping less for photos, for wandering, and not doing much on the StoryBox end. I skipped a few opportunities to meet people.
It’s a good thing I am not doing regrets anymore (inside joke).
On the contrary, even moving through large swaths of land, trying to take it in ay 70 mph — is being there. I am trying to soak it in like a long movie reel.
I’m going to delay the last road stat post to be after tomorrow- I should pass the 15,000 mile mark not far from my home, and just short of 5 months of travel.
This is just the beginning of trying to think how to wrap up this whole experience into one media soaked archive. I am not even sure what I want to do or how.
Yeah, I am mentally fried but soulfully refreshed, is that possible? I know I want to play more, but am so tired…
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