Well, I arrived home in Virginia late Tuesday.
Ive delayed any comment thinking there might be a difference from past experiences once off the Camino.
Yes and no!
Initially, I felt little change. No relief it was over. No feeling of loss. No need to screw my “normal” head back on straight.
Then, about 02:00 this morning, it hit like a ton of bricks. I was home, in my bed, my dog Raider at my side and I didn’t need to think about where I’d walk today, whom I might see again today, or if a cerveza for lunch would be good today.
Raider grunted when I pushed him away. My internal clock was still on Camino time and it is time to get going. NO I Don’t!
The realization I am off the Way is settling in.
I was numb when my friend Mac ( and Raider) picked me up at Dulles. I drove the two hours back to the farm, but remember little of it.
I was at Church the next morning now aware a good friend had passed away a few hours earlier. She is sorely missed among those welcoming me back.
I was cordial, but really not in the mood to answer Camino questions. That should have been the indicator the Camino isn’t finished with me yet. It still wants to maintain a semblance of immediacy in my daily life.
It is good to be back.
Until next time!