Dead End

I am spent, in every capacity of the word. My body aches in places I didn't know I had, my mind blown by all the things I have seen and done, and the money's almost gone. It's time to go home. In another few weeks, I'll be stepping back on US soil after a little over 9 months in Oz. When I try to sum it up in my head, it becomes a blur of swirls and colors, textures and shapes. A pixelated version of the big picture. Still processing..what an amazing adventure its been. All the lives I've touched and seen from the outside in, all the doors that swung wide for me as I gallivanted across this land. I truly do feel as though something has been watching over me, for all the luck outs and close calls, the near misses and most of all, the beauty I saw. How many times I've been moved to tears by the sunrise, the gentle giant of an ocean, waves crashing in such a mesmerizing fashion. And the trip to the Red Center proved every bit as breathtaking as I imagined. I have survive things I never thought possible. Remained calm amongst the chaos that is a travelers life. I think I'm done with this. And with fresh perspective, I plan to start anew back in Texas. The timing is right. I should have at least 6 months of comfortable weather to decide how to ride out the brutal summers. Somehow after this, all things that once seemed so big, are now so small. Thank you universe, for allowing me to see so far, so much, so many. For the humbling I so desperately needed. I can walk tall onto that plane going back again to a place I've always called home. Texas, here I come..