Homecoming

It’s a weird feeling coming home…after being gone for 11 months to 11 different Latin American countries.

Even though the Worldrace is full of uncertainty and times of stretching you…there are a few constants, for example you never walk alone.

So the airplane arrives in the United States and people say their goodbyes as they head to their home cities….and then you find yourself alone wandering thru the airport where everyone speaks English but few people approach you to talk.
At first it’s a freeing feeling of I can go anywhere and don’t need to get another World Racer to go with me.

Then the weird thing happens…you find yourself missing the company of other Racers…even if they weren’t your best friend or disagreed with you a lot. The World Racers I’ve met tend to be the types that if you tell them not to do something they will do it just to prove you wrong. Yet now I find myself in that frame of mind.

So you look for other World Racers at the airport, then you realize there’s only 40 something people that came with you…and just how rare and awkward they are.

A friend from my Worldrace squad once asked if I’d cry… I said not until I got to In-In-Out burger.

Yet in the Airport I found myself playing my travel guitar and missing them…I couldn’t play one of the songs that reminded me of my squad.

My family and church have been very supportive of my trip and I look forward to catching up with them.
Yet I also feel like I’ve left family behind in coming home. Like in someway the changes God did in me through the Worldrace will be always engrained in the DNA of who I am.

So I will always keep an eye open for the awkward people that bring large backpacks and all their belongings to travel into the unknown…