I'm beginning to feel the pull. The tug. The aching for something far too familar. Please kill me now for I know in 3 months I will feel sick from too many familiarities. I long for my own bed. For my own pillow. My old friend: the White Jeep. I wish to pet my dog. Drive down the road, sit by the lake. I wish to play tennis. To hit my ball from the sandtrap. Ride my bike side by side with Mr. Mt. Si. And I know it. I must be nuts. Am I homesick? I think not. Simply weary from 4 months spent on the road. I simply feel the need for something stable. Something concrete. A place to permanently drop my luggage. To rest my soul. And feel the end of the road and the end of spinning tires forcing me northward. I feel the need to stop for awhile. To regain composure and plan my next excursion. For now I am aching, and longing. One more week, one more week and I'll be missing the one thing I have grown weary of...
Zach
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THANK-U for letting us join you in your journey! Its been awesome to follow you and Thomas.
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