The mountains of boxes have been reduced to piles of boxes but there is still a lot to be done. It feels great to have our own place again. I love being able to come home at a decent hour, grab a cold soda (Mountain Dew of course), and kick it for a few hours. Maybe some PS3 or watching a movie with the wife.
The suburban life is nice but I still remember the trail. At least once a day my mind drifts back to my time spent backpacking through the South. We humans are nostalgic creatures, are we not? Perhaps another event, another moment in time will capture my heart like my adventure did, but for now it is the AT.
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