One More Week

I have only one more week to go before I get home. On the one hand I am looking forward to going home. And to how it will feel when I drive down the street and arrive at my house. The moment when I know I made it. I did cross the country twice. I rode 10,000 miles (16.000km) in two and a half months on my old Ducati Monster. Through 17 states. Through rain, dry and humid heat. Across mountains and deserts. Only to arrive where I started. 

On the other hand, I'm a little sad that it'll be over soon. This trip that I had been looking forward to for such a long time. And coming home will mean that I will have to start making plans for what to do next. Find a job or go to school. Write a book. Decide whether to stay in San Francisco or leave. And if I decide to leave, where to go to?

I still have a week and a few more days of rest when I get back before addressing any of these. And about 1,500 miles to go.