Today is Tuesday, Sept. 7. And, today begins the sixth month of my travels.
I have an announcement to make: I am going home. On September 20.
I had originally planned on extending my trip through early October and head back to Spain, however, plans have changed.
The past month has been one of the best months of traveling since I started my trip, and also one of the worst months.
I have met amazing people, been to amazing places and learned a lot about me. But, at the same time, a lot has been going on back home.
When I left, back in March, I had to say goodbye to everyone, some I knew I would see again, others I did not.
One such person was my grandmother.
And now, she is not doing well. I knew when I left there was a chance things could turn for the worst, but she was my biggest supporter, urging me to go, to write, to live my dream.
So, I did.
A few weeks ago, I got word from my mom that things we not looking good. Immediately, my heart broke. I didn’t want to be so far from home and lose someone I love so dearly.
Nor did I want to be so far from home with no one to wrap their arms around me, let me bury my head in their shoulder and sob.
Fortunately, the backpacker community has some amazing people. When I cried, people brought me toilet paper, wished me well, gave me hugs, told me I was making the right decision to stay (Grandma didn’t want me to come home) and tried their best to ensure I was OK.
I teetered for a week about extending my trip or going home. I decided this: I have LIVED the past six months of my life. I have LOVED the past six months of my life. I have found more of myself the past six months of my life than I have in the 30 years prior. I am ready to go home. To start this next chapter.
Yes, I am sad about not returning to Spain, but I know I will be back there soon. I am sad to not continue, but more than ever, right now I want to be with my family. My true support staff. I want to see my grandma. To tell her I love her and to be there with her.
I don’t want September 20 to come, but at the same time, I am looking forward to holding my mom’s hand, to sitting on the couch with my dad, to seeing my grandma in the nursing home and telling her “thank you” in person instead of via e-mail.
This won’t be the last “BRIEF intermission,” but it will be the last one from this adventure.
Stay tuned … there is more to come.