We have roughly 2 months to go until the end of this adventure, that’s about 30-ish percent of it. Some might say it’s a long time, some might say otherwise. To me, it depends. There are days when I’m felling especially homesick and I miss everything and everyone, in those days it feels like a lot. Most days, it feels like 2 days to go.

I remember feeling like “oh no I couldn’t make a living of this, I couldn’t be a nomad”. Well, I still think a 100% nomad life would not suit me. I like being at home, having little routines and just being able to do random stuff, DIYs and cook things that just came to my mind. However, I would love to be able to do this more often. I feel like I am just now finding out about how exciting it must be to have a life full of adventures and not just typical one or two weeks holidays. I want to keep putting that backpack on and just go wherever I feel like going.

I don’t regret a lot of things in life because even the awful things have a purpose and teach you something. Also, I’m a strong believer that all feelings are to be felt in order to have a full and meaningful life. However, I sometimes find myself regretting not starting to travel sooner because I now know there were a lot of ways I could’ve done it without the need of having my parents pay for all of it. I just think to myself “imagine what we could’ve lived already!!”, but then I stop and I recall that I started when I had my own money to do so and maybe that’s why I value it so much, because I worked hard for it.

So seeing this adventure, that was a dream of mine for years, coming to an end in just a couple of months will be a mixture of feelings. I can’t even imagine the amalgamation of emotions that will be going through my head and my heart in December. Happy to hug my family, proud for making this dream a reality, grateful for all that I got to experience, but also sad for it to end, anxious for what comes next, worried about how my life will unfold from now on. Above all, I hope I’ll feel fulfilled and excited for whatever comes next.

Now, I’m sitting on a bus watching the Uruguayan landscape passing by as we move towards Brazil, our final destination. I can’t believe it is the last one already. Oh I wish I could turn back time just to live this all again. What an adventure it had been! What great things we have lived, how much we’ve learned…we’re definitely not the same two humans returning home and that just makes my heart full. A million things are running through my head, some good, some bad…happiness, excitement, anxiety, worry…but isn’t that the beauty of being human? Feeling it all as deeply as we can?

XOXO,

Barbara