I'm heading into the final month of travel and it's making my head and chest convulse with confusion. Eight months of travel seem to sneak up to you and pose a slew of questions about what I've learned. The future is waving to me from down the block. It's beckoning me to make decisions and to choose the next path. Debt is piggy-backing and whispering sour-nothings into my ears.
Then there's the romance. Ah what I live and die for.
New Zealand tomorrow folks. One last month and then it's back to your lives and our reality.