“You Can’t Go Home Again,” is a novel by Thomas Wolfe published posthumously in 1940. I cannot help but think of that title and apply it to my situation now.
Only the third day out and I have realized that the life of a vagabond, bum, or what have you – isn’t as it was nearly two-decades ago. I am older and the world is much harder, and because of this I am unable to enjoy myself.
My friend wandered off after breakfast this morning and I’ve not seen her since. Women! Perhaps, this is one of the reasons that this evening as I establish my camp, I am unhappy and in puzzlement.
Whatever the reason, I’m certain that it comes down to this fact: both the times and I have changed. I am thinking that I ought to return home and enjoy the goodness I have there.
Tonight, I’m having beans for dinner and since I’ve found a small creek, I shall eat and soak my aching feet in its icy waters. This will make up for the lack of adventure I’ve experienced, after all, how many people can claim to be doing what I’m doing under these blanketing stars?
Answer: not very many!
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