It would feel wrong to complain given the freedom and traveler’s dream I’m currently experiencing, but the reality is that this fifth week has been tougher somehow. Looks like the rainy weather, the hundreds of itchy insect bites (no joke), the milestone of the first month reminding me how time flies and confronting me with the uncertainty of what’s next, and simply being tired of moving every single day, have taken a toll on me. I fell a bit down for a few days. But my lows are what makes me appreciate even more my highs, as simple as they are right now - a great breakfast in the morning shade of a State Park, a dragon fruit popsicle in the nation’s oldest town (St Augustine), the romantic trees of Savannah plantations, falling for the charming streets of Charleston, a home made hot chocolate in the back of my car on a gas station parking lot somewhere in Virginia, or finally arriving at a campground before dark and having time to cook and bake - full disclosure, the chocolate cake was burnt and didn’t even taste good. Can’t get it all.
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