The road trip back east was a lot of fun – as evidenced in the above photo. I’m not going to go into too much detail right now, but if you want a more thorough report, with photos, head on over to my Mom’s blog.
It was a lot of fun, though. Got to see a lot more of the country – and places I had skipped by on the walk out. We ended up going back through Utah and through Zion, then up towards Montana to see family, over to Minnesota to see my niece, and then zipping on up to Maine.
If you ever walk across America, I highly suggest getting back home with a road trip. Softens the blow, since you go from walking every day to driving-but-still-traveling everyday. I imagine it would have been a much more difficult transition to fly back and just BAM you’re done.
Plus, who doesn’t like a roadtrip?!
And now I’m back home. At the moment, Home means back in Maine and staying with my parents. Ultimately, my home is always changing. I know that some part of me will always think of Maine – and New England in general – as home. It’s where my parents are, where I spent most of my childhood, where a lot of friends still are.
But home to me, in all honesty, is not a building or a concrete place. Home is a concept, a feeling, an idea. Home is comfort and love. Home is wherever I am; wherever I end up laying my head at night. Home is being with Anna and doing what I love, and that’s travel, having grand adventures, and connecting with people along the way.