Last summer I walked from Albany to Buffalo, following the Erie Canal. It was to be a trial, of sorts, for the grand adventure of walking across America. After reaching the end my mother asked how I felt. I replied that I was proud to have reached my goal, but that it didn’t feel as though I had gone far enough. She replied, “Kelly, it’s never going to be far enough.”
Looking at the map and realizing that I am relatively close to the end of this adventure, I have a sneaking suspicion that she was right.
I’m looking at this picture, contemplating how far Anna and I have walked and how far we’ve yet to go, and instead of being amazed at the distance we’ve already covered I find myself thinking it’s not going to be enough. I’m not going to want to stop.
I both long for and fear the end of this adventure.
But regret nothing.