I’ve been back in the US for over 8 months as I write this. This is significantly longer than I thought it would be when I came back in December. I thought I’d be heading back to Europe by April or May. The plan eventually became leaving in June. Then it was July. Then August.
‘What happened?’ you may ask. The best answer I can give is that life happened. Continue reading
Home is so often an elusive concept. Much ink, of both the literal and digital variety, has been spilled in the attempt to make sense of what home is and what it is not. Songs have been written and movies made with the same goal in mind. I personally have written before about home, but I didn’t actually write about home itself, per se. That piece was more about my thoughts about being home in relation to what I had just done. Now I’d like to turn my thoughts more specifically to ‘home’. Continue reading
I genuinely appreciate every comment I receive here. Each time someone comments on a post, I am encouraged to continue writing. Occasionally, a comment really gives me pause and causes me to think. I recently received such a comment. It was so insightful that I felt compelled to write a post answering it. This is part two of my response. Again, thank you to the commenter.
As of a few days ago, I can return to Europe. A non-EU citizen such as myself can only be in the European Union’s Schengen Zone for 90 out of 180 days. I was there for three months, meaning I must leave for at least three months. Well, that three-month period has now passed. At this moment, I’m in Ohio and have no immediate plans to go back to Europe. I can say, though, that the passing of this date certainly did not go unnoticed. It also brought some fresh observations and questions to mind.
The Camino de Santiago is an instrumental part, not just of my journey, but of who I am as a person. If someone truly wanted to understand me and why I see the world the way I do, he or she would have to understand the Camino and the impact it had on me.
I realize that my last post wasn’t exactly the most encouraging or hopeful thing I’ve ever written. What it was, though, was honest. It was difficult to put myself out there as much as I did, but it was also pretty liberating. I wrote what I felt. Continue reading
I’m back in the US, and I honestly don’t know exactly how to feel about it. Let me explain how I got here. Continue reading