Day 111: THE Story - 34km

Donna's House and Lisa's Barn in Thessalon to Tracy's at Dragonfly Stable in Bruce Mines

THE Story

It’s weird this trip is coming to an end.

Makes it seem like it almost never happened.

Not all endings do..

But most.

They either disappear as if they never were,

only taking space in your present conscious

Or you live in them more now that you no longer hold them

Like relationships

Or moments

But then whole months, years,

can disappear from your library

Selective remembering

Selective living

I walk outside

The sky is its usual beautiful sunset colours

Tall grass growing.

Another house

Someone elses life.

Just stepping in

Sitting at the table and sleeping in the bed for a night.

No, too comfy, this life isn’t for me

No, too dirty, this life isn’t for me.

No, too boring, this life isn’t for me.

My dreams are so big I feel I will have a life of disappointment not matching them.

But thats a bad, empty glass way to think

This trip has not been magical

It has not been something I could have planned or controlled

or even what I thought it would be - hoped it would be,

late at night.

Its been everything else

And just as incredible for that.

And all these people keep reminding me that It will be the most epic experience of my life,

Something I will always tell stories about,

and tell my kids

And I’m sure I will.

But I also have so many other dreams

So many other things i want to achieve,

that i hope walking my horse from nova Scotia to Sault Saint Marie will only be one of them

That there will be other, incredible, life changing adventures,

That to me, my time in Montreal, living in different apartments, and with different people,

was just as valuable as this. That it all is.

That it hasshaped who i am now, the fact I’ve gotten to this moment.

And this moment leads to the next.

One dream done, on to the next, and so on.

I just hope I never stop dreaming

Never stop asking for what I want.

Never stop reaching and trying over and over again.

I’m exhausted

I want it to be over.

But I’m also excited.

So Yes, I will tell these stories, and I’ve made memories I’ll never forget,

But this was just one summer, it too will fade and pass,

And I will remember the people I met and the lessons I learned

And I will be different for it.

But it will not be THE story of my life.

I have too much living for that.