Wednesday, September 24, 2008

The Itch

The end is most definitely in sight. I think about it ten hours a day. We smelled the country we are from. We smell like the country we are from.

When I think about going back to homebase, I realize that I don't have one. Will I ever not be on vacation? I now give up vacations in favor of adventures.

I am happy and unsettled. I have nerve damage in my hands and wrists from this tour. My arms fall asleep faster than I do every single night. I will get new handlebars, but I am one step closer to being able to touch fire with my hands.