One Fortnight Out

And it's beginning to look a lot like spring.

Before we go any deeper, a fortnight is two weeks for all those who are not British, or history majors, or born in the 19th century. And continue...

Two weeks away and I feel completely ready. I want to hit the trail tomorrow. I've done as much preparation as I am going to do. Not as much as I could do, but as much as I'm going to do. I had an epiphany a little bit ago. It came to me when I was about to go for a run. I mean, I enjoy running and it's a perfect day. I stepped outside all geared up, but for some reason I said out loud, "screw it." I went back in, opened a bottle of wine, poured half the bottle in my wine cup (aka giant to go coffee mug), walked to the park, sat down and began writing this. Don't regret a thing. Check out the view.

There's not much I can do in the next two weeks that is going to make much of a difference in my trek. It's the previous weeks and months and scores (how many ridiculous measurement of time can I put in this post) of days that I've spent preparing physically and mentally to become the person that I am right now that is going to make the difference. 

My goal for the next two weeks is to enjoy the moment. Enjoy the roof I sleep under that keeps my bed dry. Enjoy the fact that I can eat anything I want within one hour. Enjoy not having to dig a hole before pooping. Most of all, enjoy hanging out with friends and family. 

I just returned from Dallas yesterday where I got to see some great, old friends, and I wish I could have seen more. I saw my mom and brother, and I would have loved to stay and hang out with them longer. I mean, not too long, let's not get crazy. There's going to be a lot of people I don't get to see for a long time very soon, so I'm going to do my best to take these next two weeks to enjoy the moment and the people in them. 

Without people, moments are just time; with them, they are memories. Without people, a place is just a location; with them, it can be a home. I've had a home in Texas and in Alabama and hopefully I'll find a home on the trail.