A few minutes ago, at 10:26PM, I pulled my traveling companion, the trusty Dodge 1500 pick-up that I nicknamed "Nokota," into my familiar parking space at the Ft. Lauderdale condo that I've kind of called home for the past couple of months. The place belongs to a very dear family-member who isn't using it and has graciously allowed me to for as long as I may need it.
The final stats at journey's end: 17 days, 13 hours on the road; 4,479 miles covered; dozens and dozens of great memories made.
Like most good road trips, this one was everything I'd hoped it would be and much more: therapeutic, cathartic, life-affirming and enhancing, a reminder that constant change can occasionally be a very positive thing. To be honest, I didn't want it to end and it'll take a while to get readjusted to life in slow-motion -- to going to sleep in the same place I woke up. But I'll take the experiences I've had and the people I've met over the past two-plus-weeks with me, and carry them in my heart and head as I go forward from here -- admittedly at a much more boring pace.
The road always seems to change those who travel it -- often for the better. I'm hoping that this will certainly be the case for me.
But I'll think about that tomorrow.
For now, there are no more miles to go before I sleep.
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