This sounds probably ridiculous or childish but it’s the way it is today, in my heart, after almost two years nonstop on the road.
it’s a fact: I do not want the solo expe to come to an end…
I fought for this to happen: motivation, compromises, sacrifices, dedication, strategies, risks, endurance, determination, rigour, courage and patience.
Secretly inside me -and before the expe started- I thought I would have gave up before 1 year. I would have realised that they were right: we can’t become a nomad just like that. I was not born this way, and it’s hard.
But…
I would have never thought that my own company would fulfil my days still after…almost 2 years.
22 months exactly…
22 months of pure, intense, and uncommon happiness every single day.
22 months of uncertainty and extreme passion.
22 months shaping a soul on my car which has become my favourite confident, my great listener.
22 months forgetting about my faults and falling in love with my strengths.
22 months feeling lucky and immensely proud of accomplishing my dream.
22 months of powerful discoveries and endless tolerances.
22 months of emotions, introspection, and Self growth.
I wish this could last for a few more years. Rafiki is my Home now, and this adventure my favourite shelter.
Because the solo expedition is my most beautiful and poetical love story so far.
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