So this is it. This is the final night of my yearlong journey, and I canít believe I made it. To celebrate, we took a tour of the famous Sydney Opera house, and then met Simone for cocktails at the Shangri La hotel while admiring the view from above.
I must be in denial, because the past twelve months feels like a dream. Did I really sleep on a cockroach-infested train in India, climb the Inca Trail in Peru and volunteer with school kids in Kenya? Tomorrow Iíll be getting ready to take the longest plane ride of my lifeóabout 20 hours totalóback to the big apple. I try not to think about what it will be like to go home because it makes me too anxious.
Being on this journey hasnít always been easy, but it has been one of the best decisions Iíve ever made. I wonít know exactly how itís changed me until I return to my old life. And, though traveling didnít spark the life-changing epiphanies I thought it would (problems and questions donít disappear just because I change my scenery), I feel more resilient and better equipped to handle anything that comes my way.
I donít know what I did to deserve this, but Iíll be forever grateful for my year of making memories around the world. If someone had told me three years ago that Iíd quit a wonderful job and leave a beautiful apartment and boyfriend to jaunt around the globe, Iíd have called them crazy. But sometimes life gives you exactly what you need even when you donít expect it.