Hiking across Florida was everything I’d hoped, good people, endless sky, and a life spent outside. But beneath the ease of it all, a nagging thought filled me with subtle dread. A goal left unfinished. Something that felt beyond my capabilities, beyond what I could take on while living out of a backpack. And yet, it lingered, woven into every step, every breath, until Okeechobee, where I finally veered from the group to follow my own path.
It’s hard to believe I’ve been living in Cancún for two months now. Time slipping past, untethered from the world I left behind. Where building the dream is harder than I imagined.
I’d convinced myself it would be easier. That if I just had the time and space, things would fall into place. Instead, it’s slow and frustrating. But also, more rewarding than I expected, if only because part of me thought it might be impossible. Every day, I make a little progress. Learning, adapting, shaping an outcome that in return will shape the rest of my life.
Not a day goes by where I don’t consider walking away from it all. Returning to the wandering life. But after a decade without income, I’m running out of options.
The machine I’d envisioned years ago needed to be finished. And I couldn’t do that from a cell phone while living in the woods, no matter how much I wanted to believe otherwise.
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