xate
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hi.. i finally gave in and joined the forum.. i have been reading it for a few weeks, though. i have one of those wierd stories that somehow seems normal on here.
the camino invaded my vacation. dealing with a burn-out, i finally went on a much needed trip with a friend. i thought, i would go away for a bit and then start back to work... but i am home now, only to prepare to go away again.
its as though something (-one) were pulling me towards spain. it started harmless enough, meeting people every now and then who had done it. then in montpellier, i felt compelled to follow some golden markers in the street... only to find out it was the pilgrims route. and again, in san sebastian, where i felt i was on the right track, and it hurt almost physically to board the train to paris (although that might be the time of morning and lack of coffee..). and somehow, although trying to focus on going home, i became more and more obsessed with the camino and feel an intense need to walk it. and some more wierd things that keep seeming to confirm it.
if i go, i will have been essentially away from home for over six months.. which isnt new to me (this is the longest i have held a single home in over ten years), but still seems selfish. (i run a half-way house)
on the other hand, i am finally able to breathe again, to remember things like what i had for supper or who i bumped into last week. being away a bit longer would give me time to sort out more stuff.
so yeah, i guess i am failing at staying home (meaning i am going to do the camino).
the camino invaded my vacation. dealing with a burn-out, i finally went on a much needed trip with a friend. i thought, i would go away for a bit and then start back to work... but i am home now, only to prepare to go away again.
its as though something (-one) were pulling me towards spain. it started harmless enough, meeting people every now and then who had done it. then in montpellier, i felt compelled to follow some golden markers in the street... only to find out it was the pilgrims route. and again, in san sebastian, where i felt i was on the right track, and it hurt almost physically to board the train to paris (although that might be the time of morning and lack of coffee..). and somehow, although trying to focus on going home, i became more and more obsessed with the camino and feel an intense need to walk it. and some more wierd things that keep seeming to confirm it.
if i go, i will have been essentially away from home for over six months.. which isnt new to me (this is the longest i have held a single home in over ten years), but still seems selfish. (i run a half-way house)
on the other hand, i am finally able to breathe again, to remember things like what i had for supper or who i bumped into last week. being away a bit longer would give me time to sort out more stuff.
so yeah, i guess i am failing at staying home (meaning i am going to do the camino).
