The train slows as it approaches the station in Harpers Ferry.
I slide my arms through my pack’s straps and clip the belt around my hips.
Oh, how I missed her! It has been a long time since we have been together and I missed our abusive relationship.
I depart the train, and I’m pulled back to the white blazes like a magnet.
It’s been two weeks since I left the trail to organize my life.
It is done.
The apartment in Chicago is empty. My cat, Doodle, is safe in my parents house in Kansas with the few possessions I wanted to keep. Luke is relaxing in Kansas City before flying to Africa for the year. My paperwork to renew my Medical Lab Scientist certification has been sent. I’ll probably need a job at some point? Right?
The strings are tied.
I’m back. I kiss the white blazes on the lamppost (my first ones!) and head north to finally cross the bridge into Maryland.
I am home.
I am walking to Maine.
I am so eager for the next 1000 miles.
Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere; and sometimes, in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.