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During the last two months of road life, all I wanted to do was be back. Then I got back. And coming home proved to be the loneliest part.

In these 304 days, I had a lot of time to grow and learn.

But why otherwise would you spend a year on the road?

The beginning of the end of this “year on the road”. So, what’s the plan for the last stretch?

We don’t hear enough about women doing epic, exhilarating things without the comfortably defining presence of a man.

Someone asked me if it gets boring telling the story again and again.

On giving in to the road’s promise.

I used to think that I had no sense of where I needed to go. I was wrong.

“This would be an adventure, and I’d be ready.”