March 21, 2005
I don’t know what words are best or if there are even words yet available to me with which to describe, not only my trip, but who I am now that I am almost home. You see, even though I may not know how quite yet, I know that I am different now. I know this, because I don’t feel like I did before I left. I know that part of it is my exhaustion from being constantly on the go all week but there’s something else too. I’ve been mentioning often how I feel this calm that, if ever, has been long away from me. I think that for the first time in quite some time I have a good idea of who I am and I feel good about myself. I’ve known parts of myself for a long time but the solitude, not loneliness, but solitude I’ve had by traveling alone and spending so much time in my own head and heart this week I’ve become further acquainted with myself. And it feels good.
For all I’ve been able to see and feel – all the history and all the growth within myself – I am eternally grateful. I’m glad I came.