3,421 miles later - 3am. The streets are quiet and empty.
It is fitting that I started this trip alone—and traveled thus for the majority—and ended with a communal return. This is a life hope, is it not? That we follow our feet where they lead, and at some point, we find someone else walking beside us.
Thank you to everyone that joined me on the road (whether in body or text); and thank you to those that offered lodging/love along the way. I'm learning that spontaneity is a gift, and not a reactive disengagement from purpose/goals/drive; because I do, in fact, have a path (we all do)—and this trip was a part of that.
So here's to the curve balls & people we never see coming. We've got some life to share and build, so let's get truckin'. That was fun, this is now (and still fun).