Farewell to Cursis – The walk

Sleeping can feel like a feat in itself along the way. With the birds singing and the sky enlightened at 5 am, my body has become accustomed to waking up naturally between 5 and 5:30 (almost always 5:20 at the point), and with the hot days full of delicasessos to reach the height of the height and the increase in the height of the morning height.

Lately, however, I have fluctuated among the strong impulse to «get up and go» to try to relax a little and wait for my friend later, Mr Cheese. His «death date», as we call him jokingly, the day he will come out of the way, because if you are not on the road, you are dead for us (Terrible joke, I know), he approaches quickly. In a way, we have been reliving our «days of glory» while we make new memories together on the road. We have spent more time being absolutely dumb, practicing our voice performance skills while we wandering along the path (the cheese could be a professional va if he wanted), spending hours and hours and hours in waterfalls and coffee shops instead of walking in the intense heat («What is hurry?» Events in NYYC and, in NYYC, playing on our phones on our phones in the camp … life, encouraging each other to put aside things that do not matter and going to bowling.

Today in Great Barrington, one of the small high -class cities that the path has passed, I did everything possible to channel the super power of cheese and slept. My eyes were protected from the sun by the curtains off the hotel room, and the walls were sufficiently soundproof so that no bird song could reach my ears. It’s 7:30 am, and I’m ready for my day to do anything, because last night I gave everything and I went to bowling.

The cheese found the bowling alley and a movie theater. As his «last wishes», his last ferret in a city before his last day on the road, requested that «we do something» on our day zero instead of simply sitting at a hotel all day. I love my tramily, but for most of them, taking advantage of a zero means doing exactly that. I put myself from cheese with the idea that we should actively free our days, and even if I run out on a day off, it would be worth it, so I said it was all inside. (New York was in the same way, and although it was not a «true zero» because we still walk 10 miles around the city on our «free day», it was a ton of fun and a great experience of linking).

Then we went to play bowling.

As continues, since we are in «the bubble» after all, it seems that all those we know are in the city. Puck and Barefoot, Frickles and Wingit, and a tram that I have not yet mentioned in the blog, Father Time and his band of happy men. The path has a fun way to stay in a bubble that, while changing always depended on people’s speeds and in which cities they choose to stop, proves to be more consistent than one would expect. There are many people with whom we have walked or known during the months that we may never see again, but sometimes you find people again and again, and even invite you to birthday parties on the path for people who have seen almost every night during the last two weeks in the camp. Some of these people who are willing to leave the comfort of the hotel room for a few hours are a large team of bowling.

Spending time along with these people, our itinerant village along the way, larger than a tramilia could be, weakest than an extended tram, but really the definition of a village united by proximity and circumstances and learn to live together, it is as if we have moved to a new neighborhood and we have quickly become a group of friends who do things like going together. My mind was flown a little waiting for my turn to surround that ball through the lane: these are my friends. This is my community. And I’m going to miss this. These are not just people with whom they leave, these are people with whom Ceno, people with whom I have shared my fears and joys, people I have played with. We are integrated into the lives of others in a way that makes you feel like these relationships. ought last forever. But they won’t.

I feel very, very lucky to have met the people I have on the way. I have won the fat prize, in a way, because Mr. Cheese (Failures!) And I will live in the same city after the path, and our friendship can continue in a new context of a great city. Spending time with the cheese in New York gave us an idea of our lives after the trail, walking through high buildings and through traffic lanes instead of through trees and on streams. The conversations and silly voices continue outside the forest, and have a friend of Sended in my new life after this trip has brought a great sense of comfort. For any other person who comes out of the way, there will always be a sense of loss and a period of true grief: friendships like these do not grow in trees, but they are also difficult to maintain in a new context, especially long distance. When your friendship is based on the proximity of spending all day, every day together, of course, it will change when you return home and you no longer see. Having even a fraction of the connection we have had on the road would be a gift.

Today, we sleep, let’s enjoy the time we have with the people we have while we have them, and maybe we can watch a movie later.

It is no goodbye, we see you later, cheese.

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