Made it home just fine on Thursday.
Marriage proposals: three. Offers of money for sex: one. A successful trip.
Big news of the journey was that the urge to write “The hitchhiking book” surged up in me again along the way, this time in a motivated, urgent, desireful way, instead of an “I need to do that someday” way. I even had to stop between rides to type for an hour, I was so filled with urgency to start.
Another sigh of grateful relief for having sold the house- I can write it now. I have the time to do it. There’s a few garden-variety resistances-fear of failure/success/putting in the work, but I know how to deal with those and still get the job done. And all I need to do for a refreshing dose of motivation is to get back on the road and hitch somewhere.