Day 5: A Sabbath Day of Preparation

Honestly, a thankfully chill, uneventful day. Woke up, went to church, talked with fellow church members and leaders about the Pilgrimage I was on. Everyone was so kind and supportive. Church is always a great place to be.

After church I spent most of the rest of the day hanging out with my mom and sister, and prepping for the week and a half to come, packing and reexamining the routes I had set. Taking a break from all of the preparations, my mom took some time to talk to one of my roommates, Robert, who had asked her why she came out to support me on this trip. At first I listened to them talking absentmindedly as she explained that it sounded like a cool thing I was doing, and that she really wanted to spend some quality time with me. It had been a long time since we had spent a good amount of time together. Then the stuff she said got me listening more intently. She talked about how when I was telling her about the trip she got the idea that I was maybe biting off more than I could chew, and really needed support. After yesterday’s fiasco her words stung my already wounded ego.

Maybe I was in over my head. Maybe I really can’t handle the crazy adventure I have set myself on.

I continued making preparations, determined not to let myself down.

Writing about this now, with the benefit of a bit of time, I can see that she wasn’t being critical, and that she was right. It has been awesome spending more time with her again. Maybe this trip was something I could have done by myself, or with the help of some friends along the way, but I’m so grateful that she has been here for support. We’ve grown closer, and learned/relearned a lot about each other. One of my favorite books that actually contributed to inspiring me to go on this crazy trip is Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer. The book is about the life of Christopher McCandless, a young man, who sets off to live a solo life of adventure. Near the end of his life, McCandless wrote down his revelation, “Happiness is only real when shared.”

I’m glad my mom came to share this adventure with me. It has made for many real, happy memories.

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