I am still on the trail. Still without technology (Yes. I scheduled this post). I’ve been hiking for two days. The last day of trips like this often seem to be bittersweet. The longer the trip the higher the emotion.
This one has only been for three days, but I know I will be hit with the emotions. The war within of wanting to stay longer in the wild, and the call of wanting to get back to work.
As I talked about in my post two days ago, I don’t dread the week. I don’t live only for the weekends. They each have properties about them that I love. I will genuinely be excited to get back to work come tomorrow.
I don’t see coming back to it as something I hate. I see it as if I had two children and had to choose between the two. Which one I would pick? I love them both and want to live life with both.
The last day of journeys are bittersweet but that doesn’t mean they’re bad.
Another step closer to the next adventure!