Traveling north I’m starting to think of home. While moving away from my life in Seattle there’s the feeling of fear and uncertainty that kept nagging. (Why? Don’t really know.)

On the way back north I’m thinking more and more about spending time with En and sleeping in my own bed.

The plan going into this was to come home on Saturday. The way things are feeling right now I might cut that short a few days. Thinking about being only a few (four or five) hours away from my home and peeps makes it all the harder to put in all the work to set up camp, do the chores, sleep in the tent, break camp, and move on.

Yeah, I know, that’s what I’m doing… but so much internal conflict.

I know… first world problems.