Nathanael Rowe

I have been home now for almost 2 months, and to be honest it is kind of weird.  Having a job (or three) a place to live, and lots of friends and family is all a real blessing, but I just can’t stop thinking about my life on the road.  Everything is so simple and organized now, I know the days of the week, and I even have deadlines.  Its not bad, its just strange.

I used to spend many of nights under the stars, uncomfortable yes, but at peace knowing I was living as best as anyone could.  Now I spend many of nights in my bedroom, staring into my computer.  Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for the walls, its just that I used to live with out them, besides the ones I would borrow from the occasional generous local.  Living a normal life is good, its dependable, its steady, its just kind of boring sometimes.  I don’t really remember being bored like this while I was on the trip, even if I had nothing to do, I was in a new place with new people.

Writing has been good, it helps me think about the amazing experience Ryan and I both shared, but more and more frequently I get the urge to just take off again.  I know I can’t now, once again I have responsibilities, and a goal, yet its still all so tempting.  For now I will do my best with these walls, but to go on so fast for so long and then to just stop seems anticlimactic.

Who knows what the next adventure holds, maybe its not even traveling at all, but whatever it is, I think I am ready for it.