We’re in Punta Arenas, our southernmost stop on the South American mainland. Tomorrow we’ll take the ferry across the Strait of Magellan to the island of Tierra del Fuego. After nearly two years and 19,600 miles, we have 300 miles to go. In about a week, we’ll reach Ushuaia and run out of road.
We’re feeling a lot of emotions with the end of this grand adventure drawing near. I thought by now I would be ready for it to end. Two years on the road is a long time. But now, life-in-one-place seems so foreign, scary.
This trip has been our life for five years. We spent three years dreaming and planning, and then two years living it. I’ve been dreaming this dream for so long, I’m not sure what my life looks like without it.
There are countless self-help books and tired clichéd inspirational quotes telling people to follow their dreams, but what’s out there for those of us at the other end? What do we do next?
In the beginning, I thought the hardest part of embarking on an adventure like this was taking the leap and leaving, but now I realize that our greatest challenge may be going home.