oneyearago

Despite me being in my pyjamas, I wanted to show myself as I was last year and as I am now. Little difference! I am proud of myself for not having gone back to the way I was before and being able to keep my shape. It’s been difficult to maintain but the fact I can keep so much control makes me happy and I feel better and healthier than ever being the way I am now 😃😃😃

jedidiahjenkins: One year ago today I was in Patagonia with best friends and my mom. I was finishing my sixteen-month trip and too close to it all to know what it meant.

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I’m a year done now, a year into work on my book about it, a year back to life in the states.

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I still don’t know what it taught me in full, because travel doesn’t teach like that. It isn’t a list or a script to memorize. It isn’t some test you pass. The experiences themselves are like picking up keys on a path, shoving them in your pockets, and continuing on. You don’t know what doors will show up, what key you grabbed a thousand miles back will fit into a door you never knew existed. But you’ll know it when you see it.

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I think people bump into locked doors their whole lives, maybe they jiggle the handle, shrug, and turn around. Maybe they never leave their room. This is why I peek behind every corner and lift up all the rugs… I’m looking for keys.

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Non l’avrei mai detto,che dopo un anno, avrei provato le stesse sensazioni.
Non l’avrei mai detto che a parte la tua presenza,non sarebbe cambiato nulla.
Sai, ci son ancora;
La stessa malinconia,le stesse notti, con le stesse lacrime.
lo stesso modo di guardarti,di cercarti per strada, lo stesso coraggio che nasce per poi morire subito dopo.
Gli stessi messaggi scritti e riscritti per poi essere cancellati,la stessa paura di premere invio.
Le stesse mani che tremano quando ti vedo, lo stesso batticuore e la stessa ansia quando mi sei vicino.
Chi l’avrebbe mai detto.
Pensavo che tutto questo sarebbe svanito,che tu saresti andato via proprio come ha fatto il tempo, e invece,invece no. Dopo tanti giorni, dopo un’anno, sei ancora dentro me. Ed io ti cerco, ogni notte. Con le stesse paure, e le stesse parole di un anno fa. Con la stessa preghiera, fatta di notte piangendo; ti cerco. E sappi, che ho solo imparato a far finta di dimenticare, ma tu, tu, non potrai mai essere dimenticato. Ti voglio bene.
—  Unavitaneisuoiocchi