I think I need an intervention.
When I reached the monument at the Canadian border, all I could think about for the last 8 miles was that I never had to do this ever again.
Now I keep thinking about the forest and how I wish I was there again and how I want to sleep on the ground again and walk all day again and listen to the birds and carry a pack and look out at the world of cars and wonder how anybody lives like that as I slip away into my secret forest life.
I'm sick. I need help. Is there a cure? What is it?