Day: 467
My last day in Borneo, my shoulder is screaming with stiffness even after a day of rest in the hostel (where I took no pictures and sat around and watched movies all day, attempting to recuperate). Unwilling to waste another day to the pain, I drag myself out of bed at 6am to catch the high-tide ferry to Bako National Park to continue this blog where it started off, 700 posts and 5 years ago, on the road. I spent 6 hours hiking with a Dutch couple through the mangroves, rainforests and beaches, seeing amazing animals and scenery before retiring to a shaded bench for a afternoon siesta before the ferry (and tide) returned for me at 4pm.
Laying on a bench, damp with sweat and crossing that line between sleep and awareness I had a moment of self realization: I am a different man than I was 5 years ago. Then, it was me against the world and I would spend months alone without a moment’s hesitation, but now, with just 5 days of separation I miss her terribly. I can count a dozen time in the last few days I turned to her to ask a question or point out something cool, only to find her not there. Sometimes I can romanticize the time I spent traveling alone, and the adventure of it all, but now I know – I am no longer that person.
I have grown up, and my future is intertwined with her. Traveling, Working, Living, Loving. All of it.
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You made me cry at work with this one!